by Jeff D. Opdyke
The Sovereign Investor
I do not like brussels sprouts. Vile, vile weeds.
Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe I do like them.
See, I’ve never eaten a brussels sprout, so I really haven’t a clue whether I truly like them or if they’re the loathsome plants I perceive them to be. I’m basing my disdain on the simple but superficial fact that brussels sprouts smell nasty when they’re cooking. I once smelled hot death in the days following an earthquake in El Salvador; brussels sprouts smell worse.
But we’re all like this.
We all rely on snap judgments in forming opinions about various things, regardless of the accuracy of the beliefs that shape those opinions. We believe what we believe until there’s ample reason not to. Only then do we go in search of a new belief system.