There’s a voice in my head that doesn’t like it when I ignore people who are wrong. It pops up a lot, because I tend to do Internet a lot.
I used to feel it was my duty to let people know how wrong they were. Especially when it seemed like everyone else was applauding their wrongness. After all, if I don’t tell them that they’re wrong, how will they ever know? They’ll just keep sitting there, being wrong. On the Internet! Out in the open where everyone can see them!
Heaven forbid, after all, someone be wrong about something.
I recently finished watching Silver Linings Playbook. I thought it was going to be about sports or something. It’s not. It’s about about how batshit-crazy we all are. It’s about how each and every one of us has our ridiculous delusions. And it’s about about how that might be okay. And how maybe, instead of trying to rip each other’s delusions away, we should relax, and take note of our own.
As if I had something to teach those wrong people cluttering up the Internet. Sure, I can point out the logical inconsistencies in this one post, or the incorrect assumptions that prompt this other post. But what does that teach? What is the use of winning an argument if it doesn’t help me or others enjoy life more?
So I don’t worry when people on the Internet are wrong. And I don’t bother challenging them.
Unless, of course, it seems like it would be fun. Then I jump right in.