What!? you might ask in disbelief; and I would understand the reaction. Particularly if you know me, you may consider that you rarely find me admitting to being wrong in mostly any case. This is because I in fact really hate being wrong. Particularly when I can clearly be proven wrong, and especially if I have previously presented the misinformation as fact to someone else.
However, when I feel that I am able to admit openly that I am wrong, I feel that much lighter at the prospect of doing so. However counter-intuitive this sounds, it really makes sense to me. If I feel that I can freely admit to having been wrong, I know I must have learned something.
Maybe I have a better answer, a clearer definition or a more coherent explanation. In any case, I feel confident that I have emerged from a mistake with something better. Some may call it the engineering way of doing things: if you know you are wrong, you can attempt to find a better answer.
If I ever present you with misinformation and falsities (wow, I never before discovered what an ugly word that is, but ew! (and that was today's biased burst of lingual aesthetics. Tomorrow: moist)), please tell me. I will most probably loathe the moment of impartation, but love the ensuing sense of bodhi (pardon the hyperbole).
This is a phenomenon which motivates me not only to learn, but to be honest with others and try to arrive at an answer if I find myself disagreeing with someone, 'cause most of the times that happens, at least one of us is wrong.
And don't you just hate being wrong?
(NB: That doesn't mean that I erupt in a tirade of discouraging jibber-jabber if I believe someone is wrong or that I ever argue merely for the sake of proving myself right. Just that I love knowing things, strive to do so and try to help others who want the same. I do, however, really love being the guy who knows stuff. It is a genuine high it is hard to get without the cocky- or bastard-stamp, but I try. Somewhat.)
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