I recently read The Value of Wrong, an insightful essay by Heather Bussing, in which she counsels us to embrace being wrong.
"Most of us yell, insist, dig in, run, shut down, do research, or make up stuff to avoid being wrong," she writes.
Oh, that is so true of me.
I hate to be wrong, will go to almost any lengths to prove I'm right, see being wrong as a personal failure, will still be defending my position to myself, in hindsight, even when everyone else has gone home and is well past caring.
I love the cut and thrust of the argument, and need to hear the other guy concede.
This does not endear me to people but, in the heat of the thing, it's more important to be right than to be loved.
Heather says, "When people are focused on being right, discussions become contests of gotcha and score keeping."
Admitting you're wrong allows a fresh start, dissipates tension, breaks any impasse, opens things up for the consideration of alternatives and new thinking.
In fact, why wouldn't you say, "I'm wrong," even when you think you're right, if it would move things along toward a good result? Well, why wouldn't you?
C'mon, you know I'm right!