I'm incredibly opinionated. Actually, that's a bit of an understatement.
First of all, feel sorry for my husband, for he owns the ears that are most often subjected to my vocalizations of opinion. If anyone is likely to know what my opinion on something is, it's him, & I'm not so sure he considers that an honour.
The worst part of being opinionated is that it's rare anyone else shares an opinion with you. Being opinionated also means having a penchant for argument & debate, because that's often what comes of defending one's opinion. Again, pity my husband, because he's often the one to bail me out of such a debate.
First of all, feel sorry for my husband, for he owns the ears that are most often subjected to my vocalizations of opinion. If anyone is likely to know what my opinion on something is, it's him, & I'm not so sure he considers that an honour.
The worst part of being opinionated is that it's rare anyone else shares an opinion with you. Being opinionated also means having a penchant for argument & debate, because that's often what comes of defending one's opinion. Again, pity my husband, because he's often the one to bail me out of such a debate.
Being opinionated leads to loneliness. No one really wants you around, because it's a known fact that you're likely to volunteer your view-point, even if it's considered a form of suicide.
When I was in college, it didn't long before instructors and professors learned to dread seeing my hand raised to ask a question during a lecture. My classmates considered this a form of entertainment, even if the instructors didn't. At least it was obvious I'd done my homework, although I've no doubt a few instructors wished I hadn't.
Being opinionated also means being intolerant. I admit to having difficulty being around those lacking in education &/or life experience, because they don't tend to have unique opinions of their own: they're no fun to talk to, don't challenge me, or make me think. They sort of remind me of the colour beige: boring, non-descript, and bland.
Being opinionated also means being intolerant. I admit to having difficulty being around those lacking in education &/or life experience, because they don't tend to have unique opinions of their own: they're no fun to talk to, don't challenge me, or make me think. They sort of remind me of the colour beige: boring, non-descript, and bland.
Behind closed doors, my husband can be equally opinionated. We've engaged in some incredibly intricate conversations based on differing view points. He has one talent that I do not share: he can 'shut it off' at will, & tends to do so when there's others around. No one has ever been subjected to the diversity of his opinions unless having requested the privilege. He's not unaware of how favourably this trait of his is viewed by others.
Being opinionated can mean being volunteered to speak for a group, even if you don't feel like it. Those around you figure you're the most capable of voicing THEIR opinions, when you're area of expertise lies in merely voicing your own; others don't seem to differentiate between those distinctions.
Hubby will try to save me embarrassment and nudge me to get me off of a tangent; age has tempered my willingness to speak out as I once did, too.
Yea, I'm incredibly opinionated, to the point that it could be considered a handicap. It doesn't matter if it's in verbal or written form, I have to be careful of what I say, when, where, and to whom, or re-live some of my less-than-fond memories of times past.
Then again, now that I'm older, it's expected that I'll have an opinion: the trick, now, is finding those that deserve to hear it.
Mich's Mumbles © 2011
Being opinionated can mean being volunteered to speak for a group, even if you don't feel like it. Those around you figure you're the most capable of voicing THEIR opinions, when you're area of expertise lies in merely voicing your own; others don't seem to differentiate between those distinctions.
Hubby will try to save me embarrassment and nudge me to get me off of a tangent; age has tempered my willingness to speak out as I once did, too.
Yea, I'm incredibly opinionated, to the point that it could be considered a handicap. It doesn't matter if it's in verbal or written form, I have to be careful of what I say, when, where, and to whom, or re-live some of my less-than-fond memories of times past.
Then again, now that I'm older, it's expected that I'll have an opinion: the trick, now, is finding those that deserve to hear it.
Mich's Mumbles © 2011
