A few months ago, TC sent me a hilarious list of random thoughts a guy posted that covered everything from texting while driving to public Facebook profiles to learning cursive.
And one of the items that stuck with me from that list was:
“Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.”
For me, that is 100 percent correct. It’s an awful feeling of, “oh sh*t I have to apologize now,” and then I swallow my pride, ignore my previously passionate incorrect arguments, and say, “I was wrong.”
Some people are nice and let it die there, others bask in the knowledge that they were right and I’m doing the womanly thing of admitting fault. I hate when they do the latter, but hey, whatever.
But lately, I’ve been thinking about apologizing to just end an argument. For a long time, that was me. I hate confrontation so I would just apologize and say I was wrong (even when I wasn’t) to end the fight and move on.
I never thought much about it but then I started to notice that certain people I did that with just expected me to roll over and apologize, or they knew that the longer they held on to the fight, that I would eventually tire and give in. For some reason, I would rather just apologize and be wrong than have people be mad at me.
I think that priority is a little off. But I’ve done this because it was just easier. And because I never stood up for myself.
Yeah, I was a pretty big pushover. I would not only apologize, but also go out of my way to apologize, declaring how wrong I was and that they were right. Some people really grooved on that.
And now, I’m in a situation that could be resolved if I just apologized and I refuse to do it. It’s as if a light switch has been turned in my head and I’ve finally drawn a line in the sand. For this conflict, I am partially at fault, and I can acknowledge that, but for the first time ever, I’m not going to be the only one apologizing. No one is perfect but I’m tired of always being the one to make the first move.
This is not about holding a grudge but being fair. If you’re wrong about something, you should admit it. You’re not less of a person for doing so. But I’m always shocked at people who believe (honestly) that they ever do anything wrong. How do I get to be like that? Kidding.
Can you admit when you’re wrong or have someone in your life that can’t admit when they are? Does admitting your wrong make you more human?
Movie review: The Back-Up Plan review is still up as well in case you’re looking ahead to the weekend (which I am!)