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He is seen in the likeness above in a rare, 19th century woodcut. This
image was rumoured to have been
commissioned after a bout of unpleasantness
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:: Today's soundtrack: The Cure "Play for Today" ::
Hypocrisy. It's not nice or pretty, but it happens. It's one of those things that I don't like, in fact most people probably don't, and like most people, despite my not liking it, am guilty of it.
I like to think that I'm not nearly as hypocritical NOW as I used to be in my goofy teen days. Back then, it was a normal every day thought for me to hate Christians, Christianity, and everything they stood for on the basis of them not being open minded and accepting of others. It did not occur to me until years later that my condemning THEM was just as bad as the principles I used to justify it. My hating them for not being open minded and accepting wasn't very open minded or accepting of ME, was it? I abolished this line of thinking once I recognized it for what it was: hypocritical. My current policy on religion is to not care or be bothered by what people choose to believe in so long as it doesn't hurt anyone else or force itself on others. I have learned to accept Christians without any bias (so long as they don't pull any "holier-than-thou" shit) and hope that they will all do the same for me and others, just as we are.
And of course, back in the high school days, it was pretty common for people to make weird assumptions about me because of the way I dressed (Satanist! Witch!), which really bothered me because none of them were true. However, that didn't stop me from doing the very thing to the popular clique-y types. "Look at that skimpy shirt and those tight, low jeans! She's a skanky ho!" Again, very, very wrong of me. How am I to know, I mean, really? The people who called me Satanist because of my clothes would know in five minutes that this is not true if they took the time to talk to me, and the same could be said of everyone I jumped to conclusions about based on their clothes. Maybe the girl whom I assumed was a skanky ho was merely proud of her body and wanted to show off? Maybe it gave her confidence? Maybe she thought those clothes were actually comfortable? I'll never know because I rushed to a conclusion without taking the time to actually find out.
Yeah, I'm not proud of it, but I'm not going to pretend it
didn't happen, either. Hypocrisy is something that I cannot stand, and I like to
think that with the wisdom that can only come from getting older and
retrospective vision, something I am now entitled to not stand without being so
hypocritical about it myself. Did that just make any sense? I'm trying not to be
so hypocritical about hypocrisy (that's a little better worded). I think we're
ALL guilty of a little hypocrisy every now and again, but hopefully with a
little age and wisdom we'll all grow out of it completely.
William (do as I say, not as I do)
