When was the last time you admitted that you were wrong? Not just a benign wrongness, like advocating vigorously for the incorrect answer during trivia, but an overwhelming wrong. It doesn’t happen very often, not because we’re all right all the time (I am, though), but simply because we are so rarely responsible for making decisions that merit apologies to others. (When you make a mistake that impacts your own life you never apologize to yourself. Isn’t that strange? We just deem it “a learning experience,” and move on with that cloud of resigned regret hanging over us.)
This move is far from surprising.