I’m unbelievably stubborn. The better word for it is probably pig headed. I tend to believe I am right, moreover, I tend to believe that I know better.
It goes as far as me thinking I know better about stuff I know absolutely nothing about. Like the correct directions in a place I have never been before, or the right ingredients to a dish I have never made.
I was visiting my mother yesterday and she was making me one of my favourite meals, a meal she has made for me since I was little. It also happens to be a meal I do not cook very often, nor am I as good at making it as she is. Yet I found myself giving her suggestions, basically telling her how to cook.
What on earth is wrong with me?
I mean, obviously I do not think it’s a problem when it comes to taste, because it’s true, I have great taste.* So when it comes to taste I am usually right, and others should know this. However, I am not sure why I am always so convinced I know better, or why I even care that things should be done my way.
Sometimes I feel bad for the people that have to live with me. Although I must say, I do make a great housewife, so it can’t be that bad…
* Maybe next time I can blog about my modesty issues LOL. Well, at least it’s better than low self-esteem.