You just had an argument online. You came to the table with a solid argument supported with tangible facts. You take the hits of stupidity and rebound with truth. Round after round, and you don’t miss a beat. Your timing is impeccable, and you do your utter best to refrain from “stooping to their level”.
Then it’s over. In the blink of an eye, your foe decides they don’t want to play anymore, grab their toys and leave. The debate is over, and you feel triumphant. It feels like a win…
… doesn’t it?
For me, that feeling is often short lived. The realization that the other party was doing little more than trying to hurt your feelings, and had no intention of actually listening and potentially learning something. It’s at that moment that I find myself brought down a little.
You see, my goal isn’t to simply argue and win. My reason for debating is truly altruistic in that I want to help educate and be educated. I could lose a debate wholeheartedly, and still consider it a win. As Francis Bacon said, “knowledge is power”. It’s the sharing of the truthful and factual knowledge that fuels my desire to debate.
So, my win isn’t exactly a win, is it? Unfortunately I think that’s the case. Such is life I guess.
I love to win; but I love to lose almost as much. I love the thrill of victory, and I also love the challenge of defeat. – Lou Gehrig