Mistakes: like adding numbers, eventually you are going to make sum. Never before has there been so much to know. We are suffocated by information these days. How far is London, England from London, Ontario? Who won silver in the 2012 Olympic women’s Judo event in the middleweight division? 5 931 kms and Kerstin Thiele of Germany, of course, but what about data that is not common knowledge? No one can know everything, so it is inevitable that at some point, you will make a blunder.
If Kerstin Thiele hadn't admitted to making a mistake, she may have taken the gold.
When you are wrong, it is imperative that you never admit to your error. Not to your boss, not to your friends, not even to your spell chek software. Doing so would expose you as being a normal person, capable of occasionally making a mistake. Others may begin to see you as a relatable human being who is responsible and mature enough to handle being wrong. Imagine what people would say if you were to own up to a mistake: you would lose all credibility in any future arguments. You’ll come home one day and say “Honey, I think it’s time for us to have a baby”, and your wife will say, “Oh yeah, well you also thought that our Chrysler 300 had a 25 gallon fuel tank capacity*! You know what, I’m sick of this, I’m moving back in with my parents in London!” Admitting to mistakes leaves you with a lot of hard questions to answer. If I’m not right all the time, who am I? What is truth, really? Why is my wife so into cars? Do her parents live in London, England, or London, Ontario? Is flying to Canada considered an international flight? What are the liquid allowances on airplanes nowadays? And so on.
When you are wrong, it is imperative that you never admit to your error. Not to your boss, not to your friends, not even to your spell chek software. Doing so would expose you as being a normal person, capable of occasionally making a mistake. Others may begin to see you as a relatable human being who is responsible and mature enough to handle being wrong. Imagine what people would say if you were to own up to a mistake: you would lose all credibility in any future arguments. You’ll come home one day and say “Honey, I think it’s time for us to have a baby”, and your wife will say, “Oh yeah, well you also thought that our Chrysler 300 had a 25 gallon fuel tank capacity*! You know what, I’m sick of this, I’m moving back in with my parents in London!” Admitting to mistakes leaves you with a lot of hard questions to answer. If I’m not right all the time, who am I? What is truth, really? Why is my wife so into cars? Do her parents live in London, England, or London, Ontario? Is flying to Canada considered an international flight? What are the liquid allowances on airplanes nowadays? And so on.
*300s only hold 19.1 gallons of fuel.
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