The Disadvantages of Being Right

Now playing: Aerosmith – Same Old Song and Dance
via FoxyTunes I am usually right. It’s not arrogance that makes me say that. I make it a point not to open my mouth to voice an opinion unless I know what I am talking about. I am a firm believer in reason and logic. I have known a lot of people that think that they are right and will hold out to the very end before admitting they might not be. My husband comes from a family of people who believe whoever yells the loudest and says the meanest things to win the argument is right. Boy do they hate it, when you refuse to be ruffled by all of the bluster and stand your ground.

One of the disadvantages of always being right is that people get angry about it and resent it, even if you are not an “I told you so” person. I’m not. No sense in kicking someone in the teeth. I found a quote today that suits this subject marvelously.

Men are apt to mistake the strength of their feeling for the strength of their argument. The heated mind resents the chill touch and relentless scrutiny of logic.–William Ewart Gladstone, 1809 – 1898

When not in an argument, people do tend to respect my opinion though. I guess being well informed on the things I do know about has some perks. I am also a fount of useless knowledge. Some of the things I know are bizarre. Once when my kids were eating peanut butter sandwiches with honey on them, they wondered how bees made honey. I told them it was bee vomit. For a half an hour I tried to convince them, I wasn’t teasing them. I eventually had to get out an encyclopedia and read to them that the final product of honey was regurgitated(and then explain that it means vomit).

That calls to mind another disadvantage to being right. People think you are really weird if you know weird things.

Two thoughts come to mind:

Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.

Keep your mouth shut and look dumb, or open it and remove all doubt.

That’s why when I do open my mouth, I want to be correct.

Music Soothes The Savage Beast

Now playing: Depeche Mode – Pleasure, Little Treasure (Join Mix)
via FoxyTunes I found an interesting quote today, and it made me think.

It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections

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Now playing: Depeche Mode – Pleasure, Little Treasure (Join Mix)
via FoxyTunes disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.
Nick Hornby

If you have been to my blog before, you know that much of my interest in journaling is related to genealogy and family history. Leaving behind something of myself in a tangible written or printed form.

I don’t necessarily agree with this quote. I did not listen to Country music before I started dating my husband. I listened to it in order to better appreciate his interest in it. I did however, like the old classic stuff like Johnny Cash and George Jones, which my parents listened to. I learned to like some of the newer country, by listening to it.

My husband likes some of the Rock I am into, but not all of it. I don’t believe he likes the Alternative stuff I’m into, but he likes some AC/DC and some Kid Rock and some GNR, but he’ll never be a head banger. Me, I used to religiously stay up for MTVs HeadBangers Ball. I won’t ever outgrow it. I do expand my areas of interest though. I like groups like The White Stripes and Greenday(before they got so anti war and anti American). I prefer harder stuff like GodSmack. There’s nothing that makes you feel less like screaming than listening to someone else do it.

My daughter likes mostly what’s on the pop charts, which my son disdains. He tends to like my old 80’s stuff and harder rock too.

The point is, we have all influenced each others tastes, by being open minded to a certain degree. That is what makes any relationship between 2 people work, not agreeing on everything. Agreeing to disagree is more important, if you can’t come to a compromise.

In reference to family history. I come from a long line of music loving people. My paternal Grandpa was a very good musician. He played on the radio, back when they still had live shows in the 40’s. He may have been able to make a living at it, but my Grandma didn’t believe in him being in the bars and places you have to go in order to do that, since he had a wife and 2 kids. So, he chose his family.

All of his brothers and sisters had beautiful singing voices, and I have some recordings of them together. My Grandpa could play several instruments and his siblings could too. I sang with them when I was a small girl. Thad made me be the 3rd generation. I have a great love for music, but not the work that goes with it.

My maternal grandparents could both sing very well too. My grandmother used to be invited to churches to sing.

I was in my junior high band, but did not stick with it and when I was in high school, I taught myself to play a little guitar. I didn’t stick with that either. I love to sing though.

My kids inherited music from me. Before they were born, they would both respond very actively to music in utero. My daughter used to play piano and my son saxaphone, but like me they didn’t stick with it.

My grandson loves music and has a natural sense of rhythm. When he was little, I would play Depeche Mode for him, and he would tap his foot to it in perfect rhythm. He was only 3-4 months old and you wouldn’t think he would be able to tap his foot, but he did. He has a keyboard and seems to be able to make actual music on it, as opposed to just banging the keys. His father plays guitar and given my daughters musical inclinations and his father’s, it would be amazing if he didn’t have some talent.

For those interested in scrapbooking/digitial scrapbooking here is a layout of my grandson enjoying music with my DH.

Heredity is an amazing thing.