Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Why It's Hard Admitting I'm Wrong
Facts and evidence are mostly just a way of reminding me how right I am. There's nothing like the cozy glow of seeing something that confirms that I already knew, and saying to myself, "Uh-huh. I knew it. I was right."
People who point out I'm wrong aren't better than me, just ruder. How does it hurt them if I want to believe what I want to believe? It is very unpleasant to find out I'm wrong. That cozy feeling of being right goes away, and it makes me worry a little about all the other stuff I'm so sure about.
Fortunately, being wrong doesn't last. Almost immediately, I can go right back to being right again, with the added bonus of a pleasant feeling of condescension for all the people who thought the way I once did.