Why can't Siam Sam accept correction?

I admit I have an inexplicable anti-social compulsion to correct errors. And I admit that incorrect claims that I am mistaken infuriate me irrationally. Dopers don’t even know my true name, and it wouldn’t matter if they did … Why my irrational need to have my truths validated? I’ve often thought a BBQ Pit thread should be directed against me and my perversion.

I don’t know how this perversion developed. Even at age 7 I was aware that I was more knowledgeable than some adults on some subjects, yet I remained an almost-autistic social misfit well into adulthood. Many Dopers are aware of this perverse obsession of mine. It also manifests in real life. But there is a Jekyll side to my Hyde: Some people have called me the most patient person they’ve met :smack: and our happy family here is the envy of our friends and neighbors.

There are plenty of Dopers who infuriate me besides Siam Sam, but I will reiterate why I find him irritating. (BTW, the claim that the “fart” confusion might be a dialectal variation is absurd. Sam and I are both used to the Central Thai dialect. His conflation of ‘d’ with ‘t’, by the way, rather confirms his lack of Thai language knowledge.)

Recently we had an argument about the requirement to open a bank account in Thailand. Despite that I personally know a dozen foreigners who have opened an account without a work permit, and he knows one (himself) who was supposedly asked for a permit, he’s insisted on replying “work permits are generally required” about five times now. Rationally this shouldn’t infuriate me, but it does. Here’s my final post on that topic from the other thread: