Hear hear!
No, seriously, it doesn't really bother me that much, as long as I'm outside myself, I can laugh. Even when I get bad advice, I laugh, because I know it's bad advice (for example, when the salesperson starts telling me something that's wrong). The only time I stop laughing is when I stop getting good advice. But I persist, and I try to show that I am capable of admitting my mistakes, learning, and continue to seek truth/good information/&c.
Me: Brought my teal Carvin w/floyd rose ish (licensed) trem to a guitar-playing friend of mine. "I hate floyd roses. You know how many guitars I have with a Floyd Rose? Well, one, but I never play it..." Lollers. I'll probably have to figure it out mostly on my own, but he got me started and more importantly, he showed me at least one thing I was doing wrong that could have screwed up the guitar permanently. I'm glad I stopped when I realized I didn't know what I was doing. He also gave me a nice little mini-lecture on woods and tone.
Then spent the rest of the day with my sister -- we went to lunch, she gave me a haircut, we went to.a movie, interspersed with much talking. I haven't seen her in several months, so that was great.