"Oh, yeah...I did that once..." I may hear in response to sharing of something (often silly or outright stupid) that I have done or learned, and then I don't feel quite so alone. That I am not the only human on earth, for example, who has senselessly sprayed dirty cloth diapers with a garden hose (and experienced the "splash effect")...or other dumber things with dirtier consequences...
I must, then, also admit to contradictions brewing within...sometimes very obvious ones.
"'Do I contradict myself?' Walt Whitman wrote. 'Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes)'" p.145 beachcombing at miramar
Does this make me a hypocrite?
I advocate fresh, garden-grown food and yet I work at a Canadian retailer that markets processed, boxed food.
I advocate getting rid of stuff and yet I live in what is probably a 1200 square foot home with a massive backyard and a blow-up pool brimming with chemical soup.
Does this make me a hypocrite?
I love how Hila Shachar explains it in her blog Le Projet D'Amour: "I probably do contradict myself, just like every other human being on the planet. I’ve probably contradicted myself on this blog – so what? If that invalidates everything I have to say, then I plead guilty of being human. We’re not static beings, our ideas and perspectives change as we grow older and our life changes. Does that signal some hypocrisy, some form of betrayal of who we are? Not in the least. I am curious though why contradiction is perceived so suspiciously all the time. Granted, I understand how it can be a form of hypocrisy. But there are other forms of contradiction that are not based in hypocrisy, but simply express our three-dimensionality as human beings."
http://hila-lumiere.blogspot.ca
Static schmatic. So here I admit, in all my transparency, (and stare in my window all you like - this gal adores her pyjamas) that I contain multitudes...
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