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Monday, July 26, 2004

Some people like to argue. Some like it so much that they think there's something wrong with you if you don't. I know people who will say something they don't believe, just to get someone else to react. Others hold beliefs so strongly that they actively seek out someone who'll disagree with them, just so they can defend those beliefs. And some just like to hear the sound of their own voice at maximum volume.

I generally avoid getting drawn into an argument, with two exceptions. If I hear something I know is factually wrong, I'll argue for truth over lies. And if someone wants to talk baseball, I'll defend my stance that the designated hitter is evil. Don't even get me started. A lot of the time, I can see both sides of an argument so clearly that I can't be passionate enough about either one to try to persuade someone they're wrong to think the other way.

There are also people whose lives are driven by drama. Every situation is a crisis. Every word is a slight or a slur. Anything that happens is an opportunity to take offense. And these people want everyone else to look at the world the way they do. Why can't the rest of us see that they are victims? We must be in on the conspiracy.

Well, I don't look at the world that way, and I won't buy into that point of view. If you want a scene, count me out. I'll be on the sidelines, waiting quietly until you get over it. Maybe you'll get a sympathetic nod from me, but unless I know the facts and truly believe that your opinion is the only one that's right, I'm probably not going to get all dramatic with you. Sorry.

18 July 2004

Shasta Lake on a cloudy afternoon.

Some people are always right, and they know it, and they know it so loudly that you can't disagree with them even if you want to. I've been in many situations where I hear absolute poppycock being spewed, and unless it's hurtful to an innocent third party, I just smile and act interested. It's the easy way out, I know, but at least I don't contribute to the level of discord and conflict in the world. Unless, of course, you defend the designated hitter. Then you'll feel my mighty wrath.

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