I remember right when the negative results started hitting. I could feel the cope rising. I recognized the pattern, the straining against truth. I queried myself for what I found most painful—it was actually just losing a bet. I forced the words out of my mouth: “I guess I was wrong to be excited about this particular research direction. And Ryan was more right than I was about this matter.”
After that, it was all easier. What was there to be afraid of? I’d already admitted it!
I remember right when the negative results started hitting. I could feel the cope rising. I recognized the pattern, the straining against truth. I queried myself for what I found most painful—it was actually just losing a bet. I forced the words out of my mouth: “I guess I was wrong to be excited about this particular research direction. And Ryan was more right than I was about this matter.”
After that, it was all easier. What was there to be afraid of? I’d already admitted it!
I find your commitment to the basics of rational epistemology inspiring.
Keep it up and let me know if you could use support.