Two people are sitting on a park bench. One says to the other ‘what do you think about the President’. The other person falls off the bench and rolls around on the ground laughing.  No, that was a joke. The other person says ‘where will this debate take us’. 

These two can share their opinions until the cows come home or they can go as far as physical violence.  And yes, they can also agree…anyways. People have all kinds of notions.  Some are based on facts according to Webster,  Britannica or some stupid computer website. Or some are opinions based on their upbringing being either school or home. But, these opinions cannot be based on something totally out of this world such as the weather conditions on a planet swallowed up by a black hole. That is impossible.  Yet, that may very well be the only thing nondebatable.  

You hear someone say they are one hundred percent sure. They are usually ninety nine percent wrong. Not wrong about whatever they were debating,  but, wrong about using the term one hundred percent.  You can be so sure the light switch will turn on the light, but, you can be wrong if there is a bad wire, the light bulb is burned out or simply the house doesn’t have power. You can go to the horse races, but, if you think you are a hundred percent sure there, you will lose.

When debating one must stand by their beliefs, but, also should listen to the other and put themselves in their shoes. Those shoes may be of the wrong size, color or maybe the wrong odor. But, by placing yourself in their shoes you may feel the way they feel. You may also change your mind and agree with them. That is if you are capable of changing your mind. Some will argue even if they know they are wrong.

Some people debate as a contest. They want to win. It doesn’t matter the subject. Yelling to be heard doesn’t make your side of the debate correct. Bullying is unnecessary.  You may not agree with this article, but, don’t throw it away. You may change your mind.

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  • "Dan-Shea"

    Philosophical artist

    Born in Chicago and raised in Memphis and Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin. My parents divorced right after I was born (I don't know why) so they shared me. I moved to Northern Virginia after serving in the Navy in Norfolk. I fell in love with the most beautiful girl, married her and still with her today (12-3-17). After land surveying the last thirty years I'm ready to do some writing. [email protected] comments only