Today, I had one of those moments when someone came to a realization that you had been trying to tell them for months.
For about four months in 2008, I had been trying to convince a friend of mine of something that was, to me, patently obvious, but to her, was simply something she could neither fathom nor understand.
Today, she told echoed my sentiments to me – without acknowledging that I had originally told her this long ago. As much as I wanted, I resisted the urge to tell her I told her so.
But I did ponder the feeling. I came to the conclusion that wanting to tell someone you told them so is not, in my opinion, rooted in the desire to rub someone’s face in the fact that you were right.
In my case, anyway, it was more a desire to reassert and establish the credibility I thought I should have deservedly earned back in 2008. When you believe your facts are in order, your logic is sound and the concepts have been completely thought through with great diligence, it’s difficult to talk to people who don’t think you know what you’re talking about.
In those rare instances when those people suddenly find themselves discovering my conclusions months (or years) after I shared them, what I really want to tell them is not “I told you so,” but instead, now will you consider more of what I have to say about things going forward?
My name is Jon Friesch, and I told you so.