{"id":10004,"date":"2015-07-23T06:48:30","date_gmt":"2015-07-23T10:48:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=10004"},"modified":"2015-07-23T06:50:03","modified_gmt":"2015-07-23T10:50:03","slug":"not-always-having-to-be-right","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=10004","title":{"rendered":"Not Always Having To Be Right"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have realized another milestone of maturity:  I don&#8217;t always have to be right.  It&#8217;s okay to not have all of the information or that others make slight errors in accuracy.<\/p>\n<p>Case in point&#8230;<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nYesterday, a biker buddy saw me in the parking lot as I was preparing to leave a grocery store where I had stopped to pick up a few things on my way home from work.  As I was packing up my Harley&#8217;s tourpak (like a trunk), my friend and I had this conversation:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Friend: Good to see your bike back on the road. Didn&#8217;t you have it in the shop for service last week?<\/p>\n<p>Me:  Yep.  Some ghost of an electrical problem in the throttle that they couldn&#8217;t find, but hasn&#8217;t happened again.<\/p>\n<p>Friend:  The throttle?  That controls the flow of fuel to the engine.  Did you mean the electronic control that adjusts the fuel flow?<\/p>\n<p>Me:  (sigh&#8230;) &#8230; whatever&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Who really cares about the nuanced difference between the workings and definition of what a throttle does and Harley&#8217;s electronic control that they call a &#8220;throttle by wire?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There are some people who always have to be right.  I say something at work and people around me know what I mean, but a couple people always feel it necessary to jump in and correct me if I didn&#8217;t say it exactly right or with pinpoint precision.  There are professionals with whom I have discussions in on-line forums, and at least one of them always has to correct me if I did not quote the exact words from a colleague&#8217;s work.  I even see this from time to time on the &#8220;boots on line&#8221; board &#8212; there are some guys who feel that they must correct others.<\/p>\n<p>Sure, it is one thing if someone says something egregiously wrong &#8212; like at a time in the past when I confused fibrinogen with collagen (fibers that compose leather) &#8212; that must be corrected.  Someone sent me an email to explain what I was saying wrong.  Though her approach was strong, her content was appropriate and I fixed my error.<\/p>\n<p>But it is quite something else to deal with people who insist on 1000% accuracy always, and if they consider you to be a competitor (higher position or authority, service, professional stature, academic credentials), then they feel as if they MUST let you and everyone else within earshot know two things:  1) they know what&#8217;s right, and 2) you are wrong.<\/p>\n<p>I look back on my life and realize that for about two decades, I was that guy.  I was always, always, correcting people.  I had bosses get frustrated with me for doing that, but I was so smug in thinking that &#8220;I&#8217;m right\/you&#8217;re wrong&#8221; that I did not realize the behavior was working against me.  I thought I was earning respect for &#8220;knowing my stuff,&#8221; but in hindsight, I realize that I was losing respect of my peers and superiors because I was considered to be arrogant in always having to be right.<\/p>\n<p>I think, as humans, we tend to go through cycles like that.  In my 30s and 40s, I felt that I had learned a thing or two. I had earned top-level academic degrees from prestigious institutions of higher learning.  I had gained relevant and what I thought to be significant experience in my field.  I received recognition by being invited as a speaker at a large number of conferences and meetings.  <\/p>\n<p>But as I look back and talk to people who &#8220;knew me when,&#8221; they all have said that they like me better now than they did back then.<\/p>\n<p>Why?  Interestingly, three of these long-term friends\/colleagues told me within the past week, &#8220;you are more relaxed.  You don&#8217;t take yourself as seriously.  You are fun to be around.  I also know that if I say something that may not be exactly correct and you know it, you know what I am talking about and just let the discussion move on.  You don&#8217;t grandstand or posture from a superior academic or professional position.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I guess now that I am in my 50s, I am more mature.  I don&#8217;t always have to be right.  People know that I know what I am doing and what I am talking about.  And if I spot something that someone else says that is not quite right, I just let it go. Ya know, the sun still revolves around Pluto and nothing is worse for the wear the next morning.<\/p>\n<p>I differentiate slightly in my supervisory role when I have to guide, coach, train, and work with my subordinates.  That&#8217;s different.  But in general conversation, I no longer &#8220;have to be right&#8221; all the time, every time.  And you know what?  &#8220;Letting go&#8221; is quite refreshing!  On top of that, people like me better.<\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  relax and stop correcting others all the time.  Plutonians will agree!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have realized another milestone of maturity: I don&#8217;t always have to be right. It&#8217;s okay to not have all of the information or that others make slight errors in accuracy. 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