He had been sitting there reminiscing what had happened this morning. Mentally going over every emotion all over again. It had been too quick and too heated a debate for him to remember every word of it. And it was only now that he was starting to understand the difference between a discussion and a debate.
It had been a few hours since he had the heated talks with his father. It was filled with emotions and passion. He had known for some days that this discussion was overdue and when it took place, there was very little chance that he was going to like it. The problem he thought had been, that he was at home for too long. Finished with his studies and not yet gainfully employed. His father was a really compassionate guy. 'But' he had thought after giving it a lot of time. He had not known the difference between a Debate and a Discussion.
It started with a simple and honest enough question, 'Now that he had been thinking upon it for almost ten days now. What did he plan about his future?' Followed by some quick and firey arguments and counter arguments. Sparks flying, hurt emotions, dented egos. The casualty had been pretty severe.
Now retrospecting upon the morning's happenings. He decided that it was the fault of the very permises for the discussion which they had chosen. It had turned out as if he was trying to discuss, while his father had been debating his point. His father had been very logical and persuasive. There hardly was any time when, while presenting his arguments his father relented even for a moment. Mostly he had been correct, too correct actually. He painfully thought, he had been debating his own ideas with himself for the last ten days. Considering them, reconsidering them, refining, correcting and then presenting them to himself all over again. Playing the devil's advocate and finally adopting the ideas. But his father had so easily suggested corrections and revisions, that it irritated him. He thought, why did not his father care to ask him about his arguments. The reasons he decided to base his conclusions upon. Had it been so difficult for his father, to make him believe that he could see his reasons as he saw it. And only then try and amend each of his beliefs to be more in sync with his own. He bitterly thought that, his father always had a compulsive drive to make every discussion into an argument (a debate). And win every debate that he was part of.
Only if his father had known the difference between a debate, where they forced others to concede points to us and a discussion where instead of just expecting the side loosing the debate to try and accept what they heard in the arguments and incorporate it in their next debate. People tried actually understanding why did they believe whatever they believed and where was the fault in it. So that he actually took interest in making others believe in our beliefs rather than just making others follow.