I learned this the hard way in my basketball days:
Even if the coach was wrong in accusing me of something I wasn’t responsible for, letting him know in the heat of the moment only made matters worse.
I am sure you have memories as well, of moments when you challenged someone, because you needed them to know you were right, but it only exacerbated the issue.
Being “right” never got me more playing time, in fact it only lessened it. And what I wanted was obviously more playing time.
So the question was always this: Do I want to be right or do I want to get what I want? It was a simple choice once I got my pride out of the way. And what was I hoping to get from being acknowledged that I was right? A cookie?
Being right is overrated.
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