We are all hypocrites.
I used to find brazen environmentalists irritating, then I discovered how pretty the outside of my room could be (and heaved on the air outside my condominium).
I abhor fanboys and fangirls of anyone or anything; that is, until I end up appreciating those things myself. Many times I don’t even try out what I criticize.
I find myself intelligent only within the limits of what I understand by heart. All else, it seems, is needless drivel—yes, just another way to say “beyond me.”
This list goes on, while the list of things I can call truly of myself shrinks towards what beckon to me as essential, fundamental.
