I’m an argumentative sort. Most people who’ve known me for any length of time will tell you that. Especially if there’s anything at material at stake, I like to thoroughly explore all sides of an issue. And sometimes I just like to argue for the sake of exercising my brain and stopping it from just sitting there sluggishly and regulating my breathing.
I must admit that sometimes I get carried away; I have on occasion seen an alarmed look cross the face of my co-argumentor and realised that they thought I was taking it seriously – like I was really passionate about iron filings or the exact contours of a bowler hat.
And then there are the times when it’s hard to tell what the other person is thinking. Aware that I can come across a little strong sometimes, I do make an effort to tone it down, and then I wonder if actually I’m just being wishy-washy and failing to make my point. Especially online, after wrapping up a little parcel of opinion and firing it into the void, I may sit and watch it into the distance, wondering if I’ve just torpedoed a developing friendship.
For what it’s worth, people, I don’t hold grudges, and I don’t judge. I’m a seeker after truth and beauty and all that, and as long as you’re not trying to obscure those, then we’re on the same side.