Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Do I Really Need To Be Right?

I have this thing about being right. When I was younger I used to be able to disguise it as a need to do "research" so that I could know the truth. Now that I'm a "woman of a certain age" as Tina Turner would say, I no longer find it necessary to camoflague my purpose. I need to be right! It's not cute, it's not funny, and it's certainly not gracious. I used to say that I was from the "show me" state. You'd need to prove something to me before I'd believe it--Not everything, just anything I didn't agree with you about. I used to think this was a virtue--now I know better. How do I know that? By the way I feel when I'm proven right. It doesn't really make me feel good. I just feel weird. Like a petulant kid or something. It is definitely a moral failing. Whenever I disagree with someone I have to prove a point by researching on the computer. I don't know what I ever did without Google.

There's something sad about proving myself right--that makes someone else wrong. In an earlier post, I listed some things that Andy Rooney of 60 minutes has learned. One of them was: I've learned that it's better to be kind than to be right.

I need to work on that and yes, you guessed it: There's always tomorrow.

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