I am a hypocrite. If there was any doubt, I confirmed this last night.
Walking home from work at almost 7, I was grumbling. I had a couple of errands to run before I could settle in for the evening. I knew my day today would be starting before 7.
Rachel greets me warmly when I walk in, and I grumble that I have to run to the store to get some “sticky-tack.”
She replies, “You mean ‘ticky’tack’?”
I like words – I like picking at words.
I don’t like other people picking at my words.
I went from grumbly to grumpty. I couldn’t believe I was so bothered by a simple word play.
Then I got even more bothered that Rachel’s word play was meant in fun and it was exactly the kind of thing I enjoy doing to other people. I stewed over being so bothered by something that I so enjoy doing to other people.
So, yes; I am a hypocrite. But I am working on it.
Want to join me? Are there things that you do to other people that really frustrate, or worse, tick you off, when someone does to you? The first step toward changing something is recognizing it is there.
I am a hypocrite. Perhaps I am not on my way to becoming a recovering hypocrite.