A good friend of mine told me a story the other day. Before explaining what happened, first some background. My friend is a huge Cardinals fan, absolutely adores the team. He also works at a Steak n’ Shake. So one day while working he was wearing a Cardinal’s shirt underneath his uniform, a man and a women come in looking for a table. The elderly African American couple, who were sporting Cubs shirts are greeted by my friend who meets them and upon seeing the rebel shirts, says “we don’t serve your kind here”. It immediately registered to him how wrong what he just said was and how it came across to these now very angry old couple who had thought racism was past them.
So my friend made a very wrong choice. And I think a lot of us can relate to this. Especially in a world where I can whip out my phone and fact check anything you say in hopes that I am right. Some of you might be familiar with Cunningham’s Law which states "The best way to get the right answer on the Internet is not to ask a question, it 's to post the wrong answer.”. That’s an interesting side effect that is a result of the virtual world we built. You might not get the same outcome from stating an incorrect fact in real life but on the internet you could almost guarantee somebody out there will see it and call you out for it. The point of this oratory is to entertain the thought that even though you may feel correct in every way, maybe, you are wrong. So that is what I’ll be talking about today. Being wrong. Why we are wrong, what it means for us to be wrong or to think we are right, and how to stop being wrong.
Generally, we all know from a very young age what is right and what is wrong. For many of us here being that this is a college level class, w...
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So now of course the challenge is, how do we stop being wrong? But obviously we are all still human and preventing wrongness is nearly impossible. So the next best thing to do is to just be educated with the fact that you can and will be wrong. So when you’re arguing with someone or you’re mad for some reason, you should try to think about it from a different perspective. The old saying “try walking a mile in someone else 's shoes” really does offer some good advice for everyone. It’s not fun to be wrong, especially when you piss off an old black couple at your place of work, but it is humbling and it’s wonderful in a way to step outside of that tiny, terrified space of rightness and look around at each other and look out at the vastness and complexity and mystery of the universe and be able to say, "Wow, I don 't know. Maybe I 'm wrong."
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