Smart people, who hit a blind spot and go wrong, and who cannot admit that they are wrong, are perhaps some of the dumbest, most stubborn arseholes anywhere in the whole entire multiverse.
I hate to see it happen to a smart person.
I'm not a blithering idiot, usually, and I have had it happen to me enough and been so embarrassed by the further realisation, (spelled correctly for where I currently live), that I have come to second guess my own knowledge from time to time. However, when you're sitting on the right side of the fence and someone else is in error and getting belligerent about it, oooh, it's excruciating to watch.
Especially when it's to do with something fact based.
If it were opinion, you have to let those go, I don't get upset about opinions. That is so subjective, there is no right or wrong in my mind when it comes to opinion. There's moral right and wrong, I may think someone immoral or inhumane or just plain thick as pig shit for an ill formed opinion. But, I can't really view that the same as getting a fact wrong.
And I can't really see opinions about facts as valid either.
There's the fact, and the fact. No opinion of the fact matters. It will still be there when the opinion is finished.
Arguing facts is not an option in my mind. Unless the whole fact is the thing in question from the start. Challenging a fact is something that still has to acknowledge the fact in order to dispute it.
And you have to get it right to call it wrong in the first place. This may sound terribly circular, I'm just trying to be objective.
Can you tell what sort of interpersonal exchange I've just experienced?
It's infuriating!
I have to laugh, because of the truly ridiculous argument
I just found myself in. I have a great deal of trouble just letting things go. I can't stop saying the thing that something IS as opposed to what it is not. I have a lot of trouble leaving it alone. If it's blue and black, then it's f***ing blue and black!
I'm not going to say white and gold, am I?
That wasn't what the argument was about.
There were two that ran into one, actually.
The first was the fact that panic attacks can occur in absence of stimuli, and that a panic attack in response to stimuli is more commonly called anxiety today because panic disorder has sort of owned the terminology and is associated with the type that have no situational foundation. No external stimuli to cause fight or flight. This is not to say people who are given to panic, "anticipated panic response", will not also panic WITH stimuli, they may, but the stimuli is usually absent when it is called a "disorder". It becomes "abnormal psychology" then, and that is the version we were discussing at the time.
Not nearly getting killed in a near miss accident and then losing your shit a moment later.
That is induced by events in the environment.
It's a problem when you're resting calmly in your home, no threats, and you start to go into adrenaline dump, heart palpitating, dry mouth, can't get a meaningful breath out of the 800 a minute breaths your taking, and there's no reason for you to be doing that.
That is associated with disorder, and disease can also cause such attacks.
After I got this issue squared away and accepted, yes, looking it up to prove it came into play!
Then, lo and behold, ANOTHER argument erupts over
the difference between a suppressant and depressant.
I can't believe someone who knows me is arguing these two things WITH ME!!! " walking physicians desk reference" was not my nick name for no reason!
I said a suppressant does exactly what it says, it suppresses an urge, to cough, to eat, etc., those are suppressants. Something like marijuana is a DEpressant.
That doesn't MEAN IT CAUSES DEPRESSION!!!
It depresses the central nervous system. Is not a stimulant, (or a suppressant) and can cause brain fuzz, (highly scientific term) lol, or sleepiness, loss of motor function, etc.
This is not even medical school material.
This is more, like, I've known it since the first Say No to Drugs pitch I ever heard when I was 12!
The quoting of the DSM-IV-TR DID require some time studying it, which was why I could not let it go.
That's terrible.
It's a form of my own stupidity.
Can't shut upity.
See, I put myself to a whole lot of internal process over my behaviour. I don't think many people do that.
My Mom has always said nobody goes through the combing mental processes I do unless they are similarly afflicted with whatever it is that makes me do this to myself. She seems to think others let themselves off the hook, for loads of stuff, without giving it any thought.
I have conscience over things I MAY have caused. Blame myself for stuff that I couldn't have possibly been responsible for. I blamed myself for my Grandmother's stroke because she had it the same month I got pregnant, out of wedlock and 17. Both highly shocking things in my family! I thought everything that happened in the whole family that year was my fault.
It wasn't shock that made a blood clot in Mee Maw's blood, it wasn't anything anybody did or didn't do that caused it to cut loose and hit her brain.
It was genetics, and age. Her lifestyle was lily white.
Maybe a bit high in fat, but we're British descent and everybody wants their Full English in the morning. Heart attack platter!
Thankfully, brain atrophy will save many stroke patients from brain damage when they have swelling from a stroke, especially if you get to a hospital quickly. and she did.
And she had amazing care and a good quality of life for another fifteen years after that stroke. She lived to be 95, and died on my birthday, while on the phone listening to me tell her how much I loved her as she drew her last breath. My nephew held the phone to her ear and he said she had been struggling to get comfortable and when she heard my voice, she went all peaceful, smiled, and within a few minutes of me telling her what I wanted to say, she quietly exhaled and didn't breathe in again. I had always pre-mourned her death. I knew I would have to face it one day and always lamented it. From the time I even knew what death was, which was a very young age, I was afraid of losing her. No one else.
I wouldn't cry about people whom I loved who had died as much as I cried in my life over the mere thought of her death. I won't ever be over it.
Mother thinks it's odd how my Dad was born the day before his Father's birthday and died the day before his Mother's, (Mee-Maw), and she then died on my birthday, and my Uncle, Dad's brother, died the day after my birthday, but five years after his Mother. It's all coincidental, as it could only be that. But it is bloody odd.
Anyway, as I was saying, I have a tendency to try to work out accountability for things, like I should have been able to do something to prevent stuff happening.
This is why I constantly worry about whatever, nothing, anything. I'm constantly trying to control things that cannot be controlled and then blaming myself incessantly when I fail to control the uncontrollable.
Mental midget.
I'm not doing this right now.
I have been less worrisome since I'm feeling better, and I am starting to analyze these behaviours and try to cut loose of some of them because they are totally soul sucking and non-productive. Worthy of being cut from the show.
I guess I could also look at trying to shut the hell up and leave things alone when someone else is wrong and unable to accept it for whatever reason.
I try to hold people to the same rigorous crap I hold myself to. And "people" aren't generally up to it.
Hahah, thing is, I don't know that I'm up to it anymore!
I am always saying how one really should not, as an adult, be correcting other grown adults grammar. I am always embarrassed for the corrector instead of the person getting corrected. I find that unforgivably rude.
BUT, then I have no shame or mercy when it comes to asserting other things that I know about, sometimes argumentatively. I don't want to be that person.
Next time, I will SUPPRESS the urge to educate. It's not getting good reception from this particular individual.
And, surely, there's something better than being right....
Right?
I hate to see it happen to a smart person.
I'm not a blithering idiot, usually, and I have had it happen to me enough and been so embarrassed by the further realisation, (spelled correctly for where I currently live), that I have come to second guess my own knowledge from time to time. However, when you're sitting on the right side of the fence and someone else is in error and getting belligerent about it, oooh, it's excruciating to watch.
Especially when it's to do with something fact based.
If it were opinion, you have to let those go, I don't get upset about opinions. That is so subjective, there is no right or wrong in my mind when it comes to opinion. There's moral right and wrong, I may think someone immoral or inhumane or just plain thick as pig shit for an ill formed opinion. But, I can't really view that the same as getting a fact wrong.
And I can't really see opinions about facts as valid either.
There's the fact, and the fact. No opinion of the fact matters. It will still be there when the opinion is finished.
Arguing facts is not an option in my mind. Unless the whole fact is the thing in question from the start. Challenging a fact is something that still has to acknowledge the fact in order to dispute it.
And you have to get it right to call it wrong in the first place. This may sound terribly circular, I'm just trying to be objective.
Can you tell what sort of interpersonal exchange I've just experienced?
It's infuriating!
I have to laugh, because of the truly ridiculous argument
I just found myself in. I have a great deal of trouble just letting things go. I can't stop saying the thing that something IS as opposed to what it is not. I have a lot of trouble leaving it alone. If it's blue and black, then it's f***ing blue and black!
I'm not going to say white and gold, am I?
That wasn't what the argument was about.
There were two that ran into one, actually.
The first was the fact that panic attacks can occur in absence of stimuli, and that a panic attack in response to stimuli is more commonly called anxiety today because panic disorder has sort of owned the terminology and is associated with the type that have no situational foundation. No external stimuli to cause fight or flight. This is not to say people who are given to panic, "anticipated panic response", will not also panic WITH stimuli, they may, but the stimuli is usually absent when it is called a "disorder". It becomes "abnormal psychology" then, and that is the version we were discussing at the time.
Not nearly getting killed in a near miss accident and then losing your shit a moment later.
That is induced by events in the environment.
It's a problem when you're resting calmly in your home, no threats, and you start to go into adrenaline dump, heart palpitating, dry mouth, can't get a meaningful breath out of the 800 a minute breaths your taking, and there's no reason for you to be doing that.
That is associated with disorder, and disease can also cause such attacks.
After I got this issue squared away and accepted, yes, looking it up to prove it came into play!
Then, lo and behold, ANOTHER argument erupts over
the difference between a suppressant and depressant.
I can't believe someone who knows me is arguing these two things WITH ME!!! " walking physicians desk reference" was not my nick name for no reason!
I said a suppressant does exactly what it says, it suppresses an urge, to cough, to eat, etc., those are suppressants. Something like marijuana is a DEpressant.
That doesn't MEAN IT CAUSES DEPRESSION!!!
It depresses the central nervous system. Is not a stimulant, (or a suppressant) and can cause brain fuzz, (highly scientific term) lol, or sleepiness, loss of motor function, etc.
This is not even medical school material.
This is more, like, I've known it since the first Say No to Drugs pitch I ever heard when I was 12!
The quoting of the DSM-IV-TR DID require some time studying it, which was why I could not let it go.
That's terrible.
It's a form of my own stupidity.
Can't shut upity.
See, I put myself to a whole lot of internal process over my behaviour. I don't think many people do that.
My Mom has always said nobody goes through the combing mental processes I do unless they are similarly afflicted with whatever it is that makes me do this to myself. She seems to think others let themselves off the hook, for loads of stuff, without giving it any thought.
I have conscience over things I MAY have caused. Blame myself for stuff that I couldn't have possibly been responsible for. I blamed myself for my Grandmother's stroke because she had it the same month I got pregnant, out of wedlock and 17. Both highly shocking things in my family! I thought everything that happened in the whole family that year was my fault.
It wasn't shock that made a blood clot in Mee Maw's blood, it wasn't anything anybody did or didn't do that caused it to cut loose and hit her brain.
It was genetics, and age. Her lifestyle was lily white.
Maybe a bit high in fat, but we're British descent and everybody wants their Full English in the morning. Heart attack platter!
Thankfully, brain atrophy will save many stroke patients from brain damage when they have swelling from a stroke, especially if you get to a hospital quickly. and she did.
And she had amazing care and a good quality of life for another fifteen years after that stroke. She lived to be 95, and died on my birthday, while on the phone listening to me tell her how much I loved her as she drew her last breath. My nephew held the phone to her ear and he said she had been struggling to get comfortable and when she heard my voice, she went all peaceful, smiled, and within a few minutes of me telling her what I wanted to say, she quietly exhaled and didn't breathe in again. I had always pre-mourned her death. I knew I would have to face it one day and always lamented it. From the time I even knew what death was, which was a very young age, I was afraid of losing her. No one else.
I wouldn't cry about people whom I loved who had died as much as I cried in my life over the mere thought of her death. I won't ever be over it.
Mother thinks it's odd how my Dad was born the day before his Father's birthday and died the day before his Mother's, (Mee-Maw), and she then died on my birthday, and my Uncle, Dad's brother, died the day after my birthday, but five years after his Mother. It's all coincidental, as it could only be that. But it is bloody odd.
Anyway, as I was saying, I have a tendency to try to work out accountability for things, like I should have been able to do something to prevent stuff happening.
This is why I constantly worry about whatever, nothing, anything. I'm constantly trying to control things that cannot be controlled and then blaming myself incessantly when I fail to control the uncontrollable.
Mental midget.
I'm not doing this right now.
I have been less worrisome since I'm feeling better, and I am starting to analyze these behaviours and try to cut loose of some of them because they are totally soul sucking and non-productive. Worthy of being cut from the show.
I guess I could also look at trying to shut the hell up and leave things alone when someone else is wrong and unable to accept it for whatever reason.
I try to hold people to the same rigorous crap I hold myself to. And "people" aren't generally up to it.
Hahah, thing is, I don't know that I'm up to it anymore!
I am always saying how one really should not, as an adult, be correcting other grown adults grammar. I am always embarrassed for the corrector instead of the person getting corrected. I find that unforgivably rude.
BUT, then I have no shame or mercy when it comes to asserting other things that I know about, sometimes argumentatively. I don't want to be that person.
Next time, I will SUPPRESS the urge to educate. It's not getting good reception from this particular individual.
And, surely, there's something better than being right....
Right?
