The Disadvantages of Being Right

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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.

What’s Up With Me

I’m sitting here feeling emotions so strong that I might be overwhelmed by them. I know that I am nowhere near the worst part yet. I can’t face my fears head on and I can’t run fast enough to escape them. I am just going parallel to them for now. I know there is going to be a place down the road where my path and these fears are going to converge.

I am so tired of running this race with death. For the past 6 years, I have had the constant fear of my husband dying, because of his neurological condition. I have been slapped in the face by my own mortality the past few years after my diagnosis of Systemic Lupus Erythmatosis. I think my case is going to be the long drawn out chronic condition, but I know a bad case of some infection could wipe me out. Just when I seemed able to travel along with death for a piece, companionably, my Daddy has been diagnosed with cancer.

He has always been the one who would make things right in my world. When I have run out of options, I can go to him for advice and help. My Dad and Grandpa are/were ministers, so I have relied on them for spiritual guidance as well as the practical kind. I’m gonna be on my own now and I don’t know who I am going to rely on.

I do not know if I am strong enough for a world where my husband or my Dad no longer reside.

I found an old photo of my parents, when they were young and full of promise and did a scrapbook page. You can see it here.