Hypocrisy

Really? I mean really now. As I rambled in a sleep-deprived stupor Sunday morning on the car-ride home, I discovered how much hypocrisy bugs the life out of me. Initially I just threw that answer out there, and then I rambled about it for a bit, but then I started really thinking about it today, and yeah, that is the thing I hate most about people (at least I think that was the initial question). And I just saw something that made me want to punch the person who posted it directly in the face. Initially I was surprised that someone who typically treats me quite nicely, and has never done wrong by me, could make me so incredibly angry. I mean, who are you to judge me? Who are you to be the self-righteous prick you’re being by judging what I do, what I eat, what I like? And just so whoever reads this knows, I’m trying incredibly hard to not curse right now, I’m trying to be less of an angry person, and cursing doesn’t help me. But man, oh man that made me so mad. And ironically Michael and I were just talking about how both of us have been trying so hard this year to be less angry all the time because we both have a history of being incredibly angry. And we both said that we seem to have done well. And I suppose you could say I have made an improvement because I didn’t immediately verbally abuse the daylights out of them, and I didn’t just punch them in the face, but I am showing my complete distaste for that kind of behavior here. In a blog. So all in all this is the mildest form I think I could provide for my anger. Hypocrites. Oooh. I want to scream. At them. And make them feel completely insignificant and like a total jackass. Yeah, I still have some issues to work out I guess…