I'm sure I must have sounded like a fool and a borderline psychotic most of that year, when I talked to people who thought they knew who and where they were at the time ... but looking back, I see that if I wasn't Right, at least I wasn't Wrong, and in that context I was forced to learn from my confusion ... which took awhile, and there's still no proof that what I finally learned was Right, but there's not a hell of a lot of evidence to show that I'm Wrong either.
(I'm sure I must have sounded like a fool and a borderline psychotic most of that year, when I talked to people who thought they knew who and where they were at the time ... but looking back, I see that if I wasn't Right, at least I wasn't Wrong, and in that context I was forced to learn from my confusion ... which took awhile, and there's still no proof that what I finally learned was Right, but there's not a hell of a lot of evidence to show that I'm Wrong either.)
I denna reflektion medger författaren, Hunter S. Thompson, att känna sig dum och nästan instabil under ett tumult år av sitt liv. Han navigerade samtal med andra som verkade säkert om sina egna identiteter och platser, vilket gjorde hans förvirring mer uttalad. Han inser emellertid att hans förvirring inte var helt felaktig; Det tvingade honom att lära sig och växa, även om lektionerna tog tid att bearbeta.
Thompson erkänner tvetydigheten i hans insikter, eftersom det inte finns något definitivt bevis på att det han så småningom lärde sig är korrekt. Ändå hävdar han att det också finns lite bevis som tyder på att han har helt fel. Detta uttalande belyser komplexiteten i personlig förståelse och den pågående resan av självupptäckt mitt i osäkerhet.