Credit Me With an Error
Posted on | April 12, 2010 | No Comments
Sitting with my friends, the other day, at a dinner party, I noticed one chair that stood empty, positioned next to a woman at the far end of the table. No one seemed to be talking to her. I decided to go over and introduce myself.
Sitting down next to her, she smiled and told me her name. I, on the other hand, didn’t tell her mine. Not that I wouldn’t of course, she just didn’t stop talking long enough for me to say it.
For the next ten minutes she continued talking about herself, her family, her job, where she went to school, her children etc.. I think you get the idea.
And then it happened. She stopped talking to take a bite of food. Never one to miss out on an opportunity I grabbed at the chance to say something. I made a comment about something or other, I really can’t remember now, what it was exactly.But what I do remember is how she responded to it. With food ready to be swallowed, in her mouth, she stated in a very exasperated tone with the following response, “Well that’s just ridiculous. You are wrong about that. (Whatever that was of course, for I really don’t remember.)
However, I took offense to her abrupt rudeness and quickly got in a counterpoint on the topic, while she was swallowing her food. It was a short, yet successful, maneuver because I was able to complete a statement.
She, on the other hand, came right back with a torrid criticism of my remark, which made me irritated and quickly developing an inference as to why she had been sitting alone in the first place.
But instead of being irritated, I quickly decided that I was going to have some fun. Feeling rejuvenated I spouted off some fact that I clearly knew to be correct. True to her fashion, this woman, began a diatribe that lasted more than two minutes. By that time, I could feel a smile slowly begin to creep on my face as I kept looking at her.
She looked confused. It was probably not the proper response she was going for. Anger, frustration, yes of course, both would be natural under the circumstance. But I was smiling, as if I was enjoying myself.
I guess she sort of felt like she was intimidating me; but she wasn’t. She kept going on and on and as she did I could feel my thoughts drifting away from her sharp tone. And then I got it.
Referring to an episode I saw recently on Dr. Phil (yes the guru of pop psychology on the airwaves). He was telling a patient, I mean guest, that they were considered a “right fighter.”
A right fighter, what was that? And then it dawned on me. This woman, this nasty, no-it-all woman, was a right fighter. She had to always be right to feel powerful. But she was nothing but exasperating.
And then, for a brief moment, and I do mean brief, I sort of felt sorry for her. She must of had little or no self-esteem, or so I concluded because of the way she came across to a total stranger, (me) who just wanted to have a simple, generic conversation with someone else at a party.
If she felt she always had to be right, then naturally she was the type of person who would never evolve into something better. What’s wrong with being wrong? Don’t we all learn from our mistakes? Isn’t that how we are taught to get up, brush ourselves off and go on to stroll down a different path in life? I don’t know…but I think I’m right about this. Of course, there is the possibility I could be wrong.
And if I am…well then, just credit me with an error.
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