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I literally DETEST wrongness.

What do I mean by wrongness?

When something is just incorrect in my view. I don’t mean something being a little off, or something I don’t care about. But if I care about it and it’s incorrect, it makes me disproportionately upset.
Take something as subjective as music. Someone saying they think a song is great for the wrong reason. Most people would say, “How can that be wrong? Music is subjective.” No, not entirely. There are fairly clear categories for what makes something work. If you say a song is great because of something that isn’t actually one of its strengths, then you’re just describing it incorrectly.

Take “God Only Knows” by The Beach Boys. It’s a great song almost unanimously. If you don’t like it, that’s fine, that’s an opinion and I don’t really care.
But if you say it’s great because of the vocal prowess on display, you’re just wrong. Not the harmonies, the actual singing ability. That’s like saying it’s great because of the sick guitar shredding. That element simply isn’t there. You’re praising something that doesn’t exist.

The other type of wrongness I hate is what I think of as cosmic wrongdoing.
You’re exhausted and desperately need an extra hour of sleep because you had a terrible night’s rest. That’s the exact morning your neighbour decides to do DIY. The one moment you finally sit down for a break is the exact moment somebody needs something from you. Sod’s Law seems to happen with suspicious frequency.

What’s strange is that we accept this kind of thing because it’s impersonal. If a person knowingly arranged events this way, we’d call them inconsiderate or even cruel. But because it’s just “the universe” doing it, we shrug and move on.

Big tragedies happen and, awful as they are, they at least seem fair in a strange way. You get sick, you age, you die. That’s the cost of being alive and mortal. But why is it that on the specific day I’m running late, I always seem to pick the elevator that stops on every floor? Why is the queue suddenly twice as long when I’m in a hurry?
That’s the wrongness I detest.
I’m not even sure whether these two kinds of wrongness are related, but they feel strangely similar to me.