Nothing annoys me more than to relate something of which I have carefully researched and determined to be accurate, and then have the recipient ask, “Are You Sure?” If there was doubt, the research and determination was available to them as well.
Why question the statement without prior knowledge of the subject? Does this give them a feeling of superiority? Most of us do not address an issue without some awareness of the accuracy of our assertion. Yet, there are the ones who insist on challenge as a way of injecting their own thoughts into whatever is being discussed.
Perhaps insecurity could possibly describe these individuals. By asserting doubt in the accuracy, they conceal the fact that they are dubious as to their own understanding.
This is a technique, when employed appropriately, will tend to avert attention to their inabilities while at the same time sow seeds of doubt in our recounting of the issue.
Another tactic employed by these people is the reciting of, “I know a friend who…” This particular person can do anything better, can purchase cheaper, and is more knowledgeable on any and all subjects. In most instances, however, ‘his name is never mentioned.’
At times we wonder if he is indeed real or is he a fabrication supplied to prove a point. Skepticism of this person’s proficiency only enhances the misconception that we are unenlightened if we suspect any misrepresentation.
I suppose that the only way to suppress these individuals is in allowing them the freedom to voice their own condescending opinion on all subjects, and then to continue with our own concepts of the way things should or should not be.
By implementing these methods, they are convinced that they have influenced us sufficiently to guarantee that the next time a problem arises, we will search them out for advice.
“The first pair of shoes that I tried on, fit my feet perfectly.”
“Are you sure?” “I have a friend who…”
My Brother called, and asked how to pull up my Blog from his computer. I told him to use the ‘Curser,’ then to “right click,” the icon, on the desk top. He replied…, “I cursed it and then I wrote “click;” but nothing happened.”
He ain’t been right since. Dj.