There’s a kind of collusion in romantic love not to breach reality. So when two different realities finally do enter the picture, there’s a real competition for who has the truth. You get a kind of turf war: ‘I’m right’; ‘no, I’m right.’   

—Harville Hendrix

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We’ve all done it: hollered a confident “hi, Mark!” to a guy named Greg; slipped up and called our sixth grade teacher “Mom”; snuck up on our sister from behind and delivered a pinch, only to realize she was a stranger.   These kinds of gaffes are simultaneously the most mundane and most embarrassing of mistakes. More people than I can count told me stories like these, all of which ended with the speaker expressing the fervent desire to vanish. As one such person put it, “The only thing you can say in these situations is, ‘Sorry, I just had a brain biopsy.’”