I'm A Hypocrite
I hate that I am a hypocrite, even if it is the obscure kind.
I’m a hypocrite. Not the classic textbook hypocrite. It’s rarely noticeable to anyone except me, but deep down, I know what I am.
I hate it when people post things obviously intended to get more likes. Yet, I sometimes post things that are obviously to get more likes. I hate it when people park in inappropriate places. On the curb, on a narrow two-lane road, turning it into a one-lane road rife for an accident. But sometimes I park inappropriately, never on a narrow road, but I still park in places I shouldn’t.
I hate it when someone makes a mess in a shared kitchen and doesn't clean up afterwards. However, when I am in my own kitchen at home, I sometimes do the same.
I hate it when someone leaves my messages unanswered for a long time. Yet, there are many unanswered messages and unreturned calls on my phone. I hate it when people get too busy for me and other obligations take up the time we used to spend together. Still, since becoming busier lately, I have spent far less time— whether in person or online— with loved ones than I previously did.
I hate that I am a hypocrite, even if it is the obscure kind. Yet, I will still carry on being one.
So here’s to my fellow obscure hypocrites. Let’s enjoy this brief moment, where we can admit who we are. We can go back to being obscure hypocrites tomorrow.
ICYMI:
If Ever
When head meets feather My mind can’t help but tether To the topic of if ever On a night of cold weather The thought of us makes your insides feel better A bit warmer A bit richer An old memory that makes your heart rate flicker Anything really to make mine less bitter
The Luxury of Knowledge, Identity and Passion
What if I told you that you were living in luxury? You might be inclined to push back against that. You might not have much money in your bank account. Your house might be liveable but nothing special.
The Breaking Point
There is a limit to the load that anything can bear. A branch of a mature tree can hold the weight of a nest of birds with ease. It can hold the weight of a few teenagers just fine. But if one too many teenagers decide to sit on the branch of a tree, it will break.
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It’s easier to see the flaws in others than to recognise our own. Your essay brilliantly highlights that uncomfortable truth, making us reflect on our own contradictions in a way that feels both honest and relatable. Thank you sharing , Harun.
Harun!
Good read.
We're all hypocrites. Aren't we?