I've been giving some thought to wrongness. What is it about us that makes us so loathe being wrong about something? Why do we, on the whole, cling to our actions and opinions so tightly that the mere thought of changing them is so abhorrent?

The chap I work with hates being wrong. About anything. He will contort space and time itself in order to make it the universe that was wrong, not him. It's actually quite amusing sometimes.

We have a government that has been demonstrably wrong on numerous occasions over the past six months. Why U turn if what you were doing was right? Even in such circumstances there is no acceptence of wrongness. Just a reimagining of the world so that they were right all along.

Yesterday we had a bunch of white power / national front / Britain First types march in Nottingham. I find myself wondering if they ever wonder if they're wrong? They seem so convinced that it is right to hate. What would have to change for them to see things differently?

I find myself wondering if I'm wrong a lot. I've changed my behaviour over my adult life because I've thought about things that I've said and done and beleived and decided that I was wrong. I don't see much evidence of this having happened in others.

What I perceive as wrongness in others, for example, the idea of sinking boats carrying refugees, is, to them abolute rightness. How can our brains be wired up so differently?

I'm pretty comfortable with examining my own thoughts and opinions and actions for wrongness. I keep finding it. I'm only human. It's hard to process so much certainty in the world that is utterly contradictory.

Then again, I could be wrong.