I really like to be right.
Anyone who knows me can probably attest to that. This particular characteristic comes from several places: the top two contributors are genetics (hi Mom!), and fear.
Yeah, fear. I try to do all the research, see all the signs, and then weigh in because then I’m less likely to be wrong. If I covered all the bases, I’m probably right, right?
Maybe.
But the real problem arises when there’s more than one “right.” When right isn’t objective, but subjective. When for me to be right, someone else loses. When this happens, my unearned certainty runs the risk of sabotaging rapport and relationship.
The cost of “rightness” is high. Make sure it’s worth it.
