I’ve said it before, but one of the things (aside from fur and claws) that really sets me apart from most people is that I enjoy being proven (PROVEN…with a *P*) wrong. To go to bed better than I woke up is a great thing in my opinion. As an added bonus, being “proven” wrong on something feels like winning a game against the team in first place because not only did I “learn” something (which is +1/2), but I also no longer have something “wrong” (that’s another +1/2!).
I emphasized the word proven above because it seems to be the major sticking point in many discussions I’ve had of late. Some people believe they can simply say, “YOUR WRONG!!!” (spelling intended for extra irony…if I spelled it right and made this comment in error, then there is the extra irony!) and that will suffice.
Others think they can say something, be proven wrong, and just keep saying it. In real life it’s even worse because people tend to just say the same exact thing, but ~L~O~U~D~E~R~~! because obviously the reason I didn’t agree the earth was flat is because I have an acorn in my ear and couldn’t hear their detailed analysis (IT’S FUCKING FLAT MOTHER FUCKER~!!!!). Ah yes, it’s flat, that explains it, answers my questions, rebuts my facts and wittily attacks my Oedipus issues, well played!
As silly as it might seem to dedicate an entire rant to the audience least likely to read (understand? accept?) it, I’m going to give it a go.