{"id":38080,"date":"2025-08-24T04:10:39","date_gmt":"2025-08-24T09:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=38080"},"modified":"2025-08-24T05:40:11","modified_gmt":"2025-08-24T10:40:11","slug":"if-you-accept-that-youre-a-fool-being-wrong-is-a-lot-less-scary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=38080","title":{"rendered":"If you accept that you\u2019re a fool, being wrong is a lot less scary"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My life has been a lot less stressful since I found the humility to admit that I\u2019m often a fool.<\/p>\n

There was a time when I was afraid of what other people might think. I wouldn\u2019t have put it that way, but if you look at the way I acted, it\u2019s pretty clear. What if people didn\u2019t recognize how smart I am? What if people saw me change my mind about something and realized that I\u2019d been wrong before?<\/p>\n

I wanted people to believe I was completely consistent. If I had once said something, I felt obligated to defend it, because admitting I\u2019d been wrong might imply I could still be wrong about other things.<\/p>\n

So I pretended I had things figured out, even when I felt foolish inside.<\/p>\n

One of the things I discovered early was that I could use logical arguments to \u201cprove\u201d myself right. What\u2019s more, a confident, articulate person can often make a less confident person look wrong \u2014 even when the other person might actually be right.<\/p>\n

As long as someone was willing to be rational, I could usually debate almost anyone into submission. I was smarter than most, knew more than most, and \u2014 most importantly \u2014 I was supremely confident and never backed down.<\/p>\n

I was a fool. I just didn\u2019t know it yet. And my life was incredibly stressful.<\/p>\n

I felt obligated to argue with everybody. Online, that usually meant politics. I couldn\u2019t just explain my position and move on. I had to keep responding, even to people who were stubborn or obviously wrong. I was afraid that silence would look like defeat.<\/p>\n

So arguments went on and on \u2014 not because I thought someone was going to change his mind, but because I needed to \u201cwin.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was the same in relationships. Once, in an argument with an ex-girlfriend, I realized midway through that she was right. But instead of admitting it, I danced around her points until she gave up. Technically I \u201cwon,\u201d but only by exhausting her.<\/p>\n

I won a lot of arguments when I still had that attitude, but I made myself look like a fool in a lot of ways.<\/p>\n

I was constantly stressed that someone would think I wasn’t right. I realize now that it went back to growing up with a narcissistic father. Back then, I could be in trouble at almost any time just for being wrong about something. I was expected to be perfect — and I learned to wear the mask of perfection as a form of defense.<\/p>\n

Today, I know I’m a fool. I know I’m an idiot. At least some of the time — often when I least expect it.<\/p>\n

I’ve had to change my mind on so many things over the years that I’m no longer afraid of being wrong. That doesn\u2019t mean I won\u2019t defend what I believe is true, but I explain myself clearly \u2014 and then stop.<\/p>\n

If someone genuinely wants to understand my point of view, I’ll help him or her to see things as I see them. But if a person just wants to argue — especially from a point of view that seems filled with obvious intellectual and moral errors — I break off as soon as I can.<\/p>\n

Over the years, I\u2019ve revised many beliefs \u2014 some publicly, some quietly. And I know there are more I\u2019ll change in five years, 10 years or 20 years.<\/p>\n

So I will present what I believe is rational and moral as clearly as I know how, but I’m very aware that I can be wrong. I\u2019m even happy to admit it when time proves me wrong. And that’s OK with me.<\/p>\n

It’s easier to avoid intellectual stress if you admit that you’re a fool. You don’t have to be so terrified about what other people think, even if your beliefs continue to be very different from what others believe.<\/p>\n

Now that I see life this way, it’s easy for me to spot people who still act just the way I once did. Most of them aren’t as bright as they think they are. Most haven’t thought things through rationally. And they often argue things that make no sense, even from the point of view they claim to be defending. None of this bothers me in the way it used to — back when I thought I had to expose all of those obvious errors.<\/p>\n

I still think I’m pretty smart. I still think I’m more willing than most to understand what I know and what I don’t know. I still think I’ve thought things through more clearly than most.<\/p>\n

But I also know none of that means I’m always right. I recognize that I\u2019ll sometimes be a fool \u2014 and I don\u2019t mind admitting it.<\/p>\n

Freedom from stress about possibly being wrong doesn\u2019t come from being right all the time. It comes from no longer fearing to admit you\u2019re a fool.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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