Lots of people complain (perhaps justifiably) about the hypocrisies of certain individuals (usually those that have some sort of influence over their lives).
Now that I’m older (and arguably not any wiser) I have come to terms with the fact that, yes, in many ways and at many times, I am a hypocrite.
Like the hand-eye-coordinationally challenged individual who has studied the game of baseball his whole life, simply having knowledge of a subject by no means implies that you are any good at the implementation.
What I present to you here, then, is a collection of things I think I know, stories I feel point to something deeper than themselves, and very likely complaints about the rest of the world’s hypocrisy. I’m allowed to have double standards, see paragraph two.
