So I got to thinking… so often we philosophers avoid admitting we are wrong… can you not think of a time where you were absolutely sure you were right, perhaps berated another, only to later realize you were thinking about things all wrong? have you not seen others that will simply not admit they are wrong, where even when backed into a philosophical corner they manage to turn things around or tilt the semantics such as to show that they never really said this or that…
So I thought perhaps we needed a confessional
A place to admit to our… “philosophical sins”
So tell us of a time where you were arguing things all wrong. Where you misunderstood and insisted on being right. Maybe where you later realized you were wrong, or when you think about it you new you were wrong all along.
Once I used to insist that my sister was being silly about how she got annoyed by certain things, and I insisted on doing those things anyways like tapping or some such… thinking she should just get used to it… only to later realize that we all have things that despite good reason not to care we do, and so it nonetheless hurts or is bothersome to have a certain thing done… I have learned to be more willing to submit to my own change for the sake of others peeves…
maybe not the most philosophical thing, but it is all I can think of…for now…
(because of course my mind is so unwilling to consider those times I was out right wrong…perhaps)
Great topic. My first thought was when I was about 12 and my mother told me to wash my hands, but this time with soap, I told her that all soap does is break the surface tension of water. (what a little shit.) Which, even if true, this ‘only’ makes a difference.
I can remember once coming from a (what I considered) Buddhist stance about, more or less, everything being the Buddha and so it wouldn’t matter if someone were stuck on a desert Island only with other men (for the rest of their lives) since everyone is just a form of the Buddha. Well, I, er…now I would miss women.
And I would have then, but I was so wrapped up in a concept, I wasn’t remotely connected even with myself.
I think a good number of my philosophical sins have been more ‘line of reasoning hypocritical’ rather than being ‘wrong’. IOW I might attack other people’s positions with criteria that my arguments elsewhere would not stand up to, remotely.
And also there have been quite a number of arguments with girlfriends/wife - I did not have all these at once - where I am saying something that sounds right and I am quite sure of myself and they are looking at me like I am an idiot - when they’ve been able to stick to their guns in the face of logical BS - and then a few days later I realize I was talking out of my ass.
Makes sense can mean so little.
Unfortunately I do not remember the specifics of those issues.
I think it is a good example. There is an underlying philosophical position that what we do and feel and out tastes should make sense, be logical, be correct. But this philosophical position is not correct.
I like the fact that you had a form of Exposure ‘treatment’ for her ‘phobia’. (ha, ha)
The funny thing though is that some people can be to expecting of other s to change and suffer for the sake of their peeves… So their are limits… I will submit to a degree but don’t expect me to always be the one submitting…
Just some observations that I’ve mention elsewhere a few times…
We are never wrong. We always have the right answers. Always. However, on occasion, we may have failed to ask the right questions.
You will never be more brilliant than you are today and never dumber than you were yesterday. The hope and illusion is that it get’s better. It doesn’t.
We spend the majority of today trying to fix the fuck ups of yesterday.
Do we need to confess? Why? Our every action is a confession of our weaknesses and foibles. We can run, but we can’t hide…
everything i’ve ever written is a confession. now what its confessing to is something only an individual above my level of understand can decipher.
i thought that’s how it worked
I really love being wrong and it happens everyday… I really don’t know anything and everyone here seems smarter than me but I like that. I don’t like reading however, so all the quotes I have to go look up I don’t know the philosphers who wrote them but that what learning is all about. And my insecurities take advantage of me to often. But when I work through them rather than around them I feel much better. I do sometimes wish it was more like a video game, once beaten they never come back, but they always come back in one form or another. I want to confess them here to embrace them as much as possible. Its ok to be insecure just not ok to act out on others because of them.
Well, I did use to believe that a virgin gave birth to the one omnipotent creator and moderator of human existence, whose relation to us was only and purely love. I even…
Well…
Sometimes I spoke to him. Alone.
There was also this booklet with a story of his short and miserable life from which I strove to distil the rules of behavior that I would henceforth always follow.
It was a strange and creepy time, though comforting to a level that is as unexplainable as a very intense heroin trip must be.
Funny thing I found is that we catch ideas and leave them as we grow… I caught nihilism once… later I found that we catch ideas lose them and catch them again … I am somewhere now… but these ideas all come and go as we grow…
weirdo