People hate to be corrected, it is rampant out there. Thinking back on earlier parts of my life I have been very guilty of this method of existing. I would fight tooth and nail and find any way to claim that I had been correct on any number of topics. Sometimes someone would present me with a blatant example or fact which demonstrated that I was completely wrong, but I would persist and try to find a way that I was correct. It was really quite pathetic and I wish I had never behaved that way.
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Opinions are like armpits. Yours stink and mine smell like morning meadows … or sport