There were two sentences. I only responded to one – the other one seemed to me to be self-evidently clear. I thought I understood what was being said.
Turned out, I chose the wrong one.
It wasn’t a big deal.
When I apologised that I had missed the meaning, I was told not to worry, there was not need to apologise.
Which was gentle, and reassuring. This is a friendship I do not want to damage, but within which I am allowed a great deal of latitude.
But I missed the meaning, because I jumped to a conclusion too quickly. And it didn’t matter too much this time. But sometimes it does.
I wear a lot of rings. One of them is split. I think sometimes of getting it mended. But I don’t. One reason is because it represents a time when I got the meaning very badly wrong. It’s sorted now, but the consequences continue. One of the reasons I wear it is a reminder not to jump to the conclusion that I know the meaning.
But sometimes I still do.