Rebecca Wells...you do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.
About This Quote
When someone is trying to convince you of something, it is tempting to try and find a flaw or two in their argument. You do this because if their argument turns out to be wrong, you don’t want to look like an idiot. However, if you are trying to convince someone that their argument is not really that bad after all, then they are your boogeymen. Your boogeymen are the thing that scares you into believing that their ideas really aren’t worth considering.
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