Why I Care Less About Being Right Than Being Useful

Somewhere along the way, I realised something uncomfortable about myself. I really liked being right. Not in a loud, aggressive way.In a quieter, more insidious way. The kind where you nod politely while mentally preparing your counterpoint.The kind where you’re listening, but only enough to find the gap in someone else’s logic.The kind where the conversation isn’t really a conversation – it’s a slow-motion debate you’re trying to win. I didn’t think of it as ego at the time.I thought of it...