All the people I’ve ever met are susceptible to it, even the bendy zenny wise guys. For sure, the wise guys. We want to be right.
Some people want to be right because being wrong is the only other option. The manichean system of accounting has survived just fine: black and white, good and evil, right and wrong.
Some people (the ones from the last paragraph) are confused. Not being right doesn’t make us wrong. Wanting to be right – that’s when it all goes to hell. Wanting to be right sets us up for astonishingly bad thinking and even worse reasoning. We’re seduced by the specious, we’re beguiled by the snickery snorty sensation of belonging to the ruling gang.
I painted a little poster. My festival made me laugh, because I like being right, too. But I’m pretty good at being wrong. I’ve had a lot of practice. I plan on keeping it that way.*
*This poster, as an example. It was just fine until I made a mistake. The mistake multiplied until … I’m not counting. It is nothing less than a disaster. I love the concept, though, and I’m kind of fond of the ‘what are the chances that this would go all to hell?’ so, I guess I’ll re-do it and call this a study. No one seems to do that any more – a study. Except me.