Though it was valentines day today, my mind was mulling on something a bit off the trail of candied hearts, chocolates, and 1/2 price roses from the corner mart.    I, my friends, was thinking about hypocrites.

I have addressed this particular issue in other venues, but hadn't yet broached it here, in the lovely land of shoutpost. 

I've met some doozies in my day--hypocrites that is.   People so capable of judging and beguiling others that it would make a mere mortal's head spin.  They hate on everyone and everything which I don't really have a problem with.  Hell, I like to do it too.  The problem arises, however, when they put on thier good "christian gear" and are supplicating in chuch less than a week later, exalting what fabulous indiviuals they are.  They sing their praises to God while leaving their marks on other's lives. 

But what the hell?  Go to confession, right?  That's a pretty sweet get out of jail free card in Monopoly, and it works in a similar manner in church. Don't doubt it.  This I know is true.  I wasn't a Catholic for 18 years for nothing.

Anyway, in all fairness, it's not just the Christians.  It's the regular folk as well.  You know the type that say they aren't judgemental, say they aren't spineless snivelers, you know...they say many things they are not.  However, under the breifest of pressure, they buckle, cave, and, curl, faster than sand castles at high tide.

I really freaking hate it.  People just need to be who they are, and if said person has a characater flaw (i.e. is judgemental, overly-senstive, etc.) then tell someone.  I'm not currently a part of the Dionne Warkwick psychic friends network, so don't get pissed when someone says or does something you don't like.  Don't persecute them like the Jews during the Holocaust just cuz you are hung up on your shit.

I am so damn tired of people saying they want to hear what's real, but the minute you say it, do it, or for all that is holy and hallowed make a joke of it.  You better watch out because the Reaper just called 67 and you're number 68. 

It's weak and I'm tired of it.

Get over it people...

c.