"Your apartment comes complete with Marilyn Manson, I see," I said as I walked in.
He looked at me a little funny and said "Yeah."
That night, I tried to go to bed early because I've been a little sick recently, and I'm trying to get better. After lying there for about 30 minutes, I suddenly realized why he had looked at me funny: Marilyn Manson is a very different person than Marilyn Monroe. I don't know if it is more funny that I made the mistake or that I realized it spontaneously 4 hours later. It wasn't like it was on my mind or anything.
In any case, it was nice of my friend to not say anything about it to avoid an embarrassing circumstance for me. It doesn't even occur to me most of the time not to correct someone when I know they are wrong. In fact, in a lot of circumstances I feel like I'm doing them a favor. (Like the other day, someone told me that the only baptismal fonts on campus were in the JSB and the JKB, and I was pretty sure that there was only one in the JSB. So I called the BYU operators and they confirmed my suspicion and told me that if I wanted to schedule it, I could do it through Campus Scheduling, but not until Monday because they aren't open on Saturdays and Sundays.)
Maybe I should be more willing to let people be wrong for the purpose of more harmony. I need to think about this some more.
4 comments:
I didn't know who Marilyn Manson was. But I googled it. That would be a very scary picture to have in one's front room. This is probably one of the scariest experiences I've ever had with google.
Of course, you should always let people know when they're wrong. Bring 'em to their knees and show 'em who knows stuff!
Depends on the person, the thing they're wrong about, and the situation. Generally my rule would be to shoot for minimum embarrassment and maximum correctness about things that matter.
This is, of course, assuming that you truly are correct all the time. I for one support you, I mean, you went to Harvard. Do they make mistakes? I think not.
I used to always correct people, and now I think I err on the other side.
The other day, I ran into a guy I knew from high school and he introduced me to his friend as my sister. I just let it go. My sister's cool, I can just be her.
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