Captain’s Log 5,847
Ever notice that some people disagree with you just for the sake of having the last word? My mom taught me not to do that really quickly and effectively. If I tried to pull that shit with her, she simply sat down and watched TV. No more discussion. No going anywhere in the car. We were finished. She hated that game as much as I do. She also hated the game of hair splitting. When you say something like…..He had about six apples in the bag…..and you get corrected by someone saying…..It was actually five. Why do some people feel the need to trump you constantly? Why do some people insist on being right even when there isn’t an argument?
Those people must go around all day hunting for places to poke holes. They cannot be happy with generalized information, they say they need absolute facts. That is bullshit. I worked with someone like this for several years when I was on the road. No matter what you said, that person said something more accurate or better. Whatever. I asked a counselor what to do about this, and the answer was surprising. These people are crazy-makers and nothing you do will ever change them. You will never say enough, have enough, do enough, be enough, know enough, share enough…..nothing. Ever. It is their destiny to make you wrong. Well, not just you. It’s everybody. They are compulsive assholes.
I have noticed over the years that when I am around people like this, I just go Zen. Not always, but more than I used to. I used to stand and hold my ground. But then I learned about the futility of such things. The crazier I made myself, the more these people enjoyed the game. The more superior they felt. And the more likely they are to push your face into the sidewalk and stand on your neck.
I have learned that this is another form of bullying. When you constantly correct people, you are degrading them. Unless it’s a matter of protocol or intellectual necessity, it’s more prudent to smile and say nothing. Brush it off. Embrace the “imperfection” and allow the moment to move on.
I have no idea where this came from today. I just sat down and some angry angel took over the keyboard. I guess I am growing weary of being around people who always have to be right. To those people, I bequeath all the last words in all the arguments circling the ethers now and those yet to come. I really don’t care anymore. I have moved you and all your machinations to manipulate and control into the NO LONGER GIVE A FUCK folder. So correct me and chide me and step on my stories and tales. I no longer give you permission to destroy me.