I Don’t Want To Argue About It, I Just Know You’re Wrong!
Through my years of blogging and before that, living (yes, there really was life for me before Some Like It Scott), I have met several people who (I know this will be a shock to you because it certainly was one to me) don’t agree with me. I am one of those people who have great passion about everything I talk about, from Girl Scout cookies to gay marriage (and really are they that different? I’ve oft written my spouse and I are the poster children for hate crimes as he’s a tall black man who was an altar boy and I’m a short Jewish boy. If you consider my beloved Thin Mint cookies, they really are like my own relationship – my spouse is the chocolate and I the minty, biting, refresher!). My point is that sometimes when you make a point about something, anything, it may not be shared by everyone you’re speaking to and guess what? That’s okay. Just because I don’t think like you or you like me doesn’t mean we need to argue about it. I don’t want to argue about it, I just know you’re wrong! – Don’t Get Me Started!
When did thinking someone was wrong turn out to be a call for arms? If like Sherri Shepard, people still believed that the earth was flat, we would still be thinking we were the only people who existed or mattered on this planet because we would have such a narrow view of the world. Oh, wait, we do feel that way regardless of the shape of the actual earth or being able to see live camera footage from almost every corner of the planet on the Internet. We think that because we here in America have democracy that everyone else is dying to have it or needs it too. Religion, politics, they’re all pretty much the same when it comes right down to it because they are “belief systems” that are created and adhered to and any time you start talking about people’s beliefs they are bound to go off the deep end if they’re presented with a challenge to their belief system they’ve built or inherited. But what if we could understand that not everyone thinks or feels the same way we do about things? What if we could simply walk away and know we were right without having the daunting, frustrating, often futile task of trying to make someone else believe we’re right?
When recently confronted with someone who thinks he is always right, I saw how a simple conversation suddenly became a battle field of wills. The veins starting bulging in his neck and as he almost shouted his “opinion” and why the rest of us in the room should feel the same way I’ll admit that my first reaction was to shout louder, cite better references for my position, or simply throw something at the annoying fuck, rendering him unconscious so he would shut the fuck up. But then a magical thing happened; I had an “into body” experience. It dawned on me that I didn’t have to take what this guy was saying as some sort of gospel nor did I have to agree with him or defend my position on the matter. Inside my body (and soul if you care to look that deeply) I knew I was right and this moron was wrong. Should I waste my time trying to convince him or was that smile that began creeping across my face due to this realization while he was still pontificating, causing him to almost stroke out thinking I was laughing at him doing my job for me just fine? Upon him finishing, I simply said, “Hmmm, well that’s an interesting way to look at it.” And then I left the room. If we didn’t have to tell everything we knew or prove to people we were “right” we would be able to coexist a lot easier and I think we’d have better self images. Imagine not having to prove to everyone you knew what you knew, just walking around in your own sort of self esteem Pope Mobile, looking out at the world but knowing you knew you were right, all the while waving at the people who could see but not touch you. That my friends is what I call Uptopia but go ahead and disagree with me, I can’t hear you through the bullet proof glass of my Scott Mobile!
Opinions truly are like the assholes who have them, sometimes you have to wipe them clean but other times it’s better to just let them get the gas out, endure the wretched smell for a few moments and then move to another room where there’s a nicer scent! I don’t want to argue about it, I just know you’re wrong! – Don’t Get Me Started!
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