Welcome to Team Henneke, where everybody not only wants to be right, but needs to be right.
No way will we give into the other person because that would be — wrong.
We have to be right about everything, it seems. Including the exact date when dad first reached puberty, the number of times he posts on Facebook each day, who did the last load of towels and the proper location for toothpaste on the bathroom counter.
At our house, folks exercise their right to be right in practically any instance. It could be during a blessing on the food, during a football game or in a room full of VIPs.
As for me, I can’t say here if I am right or not, because somebody might take issue with it. Because it’s my blog, just pretend that I speak the truth for the next 30 seconds.
It doesn’t matter to me as much if I win a debate. I don’t care to defend any allegations that somebody does more housework than me. Or that nobody believes me when I deny any responsibility for using the milk jug as a doorstop.
Actually, it’s quite entertaining to purposely mess with those who have to be right. It shakes them up, makes them question the very reason for their existence.
The key is to calmly state any of the retorts listed below and walk away.
1. The sun won’t come up tomorrow.
2. I don’t owe you any money. If it’s not on Facebook, it didn’t happen.
3. Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m not at my best under general anesthesia.
4. I firmly believe Congress will do the right thing.
5. Nobody has shown any conclusive evidence that leaving mayo out for six hours can be harmful to you.
6. That Billy character on Family Circus should do stand-up. He’s that funny.
Now that I know my place, I don’t always need to have the last word. Unless you disagree with me, then I will have speak up.
Because, let’s be honest. It’s the right thing to do.