i just love to argue. there’s no doubt about it. i will go on for hours on end just to make a usually simple point. i get a kick out of it. most of the time i have myself convinced that i’m right, despite the best efforts of the opposing party to tell me otherwise.

what’s the word for having too many resolute, immovable convictions?

dogmatic. that i am.

having these convictions makes for a whirlwind of troubles for me. par example, i shoot my mouth off way too much with my parents. i tell myself i know more than them, even when deep down inside i know i don’t. then when the realization that “hey, i just might be wrong” finally hits me, i’m too far into the argument to say sorry. and i’ll fight until the bitter end. this also works with past relationships i’ve had with boyfriends and friends alike. i convince myself that i am right about one thing and neglect to empathize with the opposition. maybe i didn’t go through my perspective-taking phase all too well while growing into a teen.

after the argument if it was a bad one, i’ll burn some bridges. break some ties. i tell myself it’s for the better, but i never really know for sure. i’ve heard that one should never burn bridges because you never know when you’ll have to cross the same one again. i guess i’m stuck then.