There is a Hypocrite in the Mirror! And that's Human

This is it—the page where words spill with no deadlines, no rules, no “shoulds.” I’ve been watching people for a year now: listening, learning, picking up every little signal and contradiction. I’ve read philosophy, talked to strangers, spent too many nights wondering about this one thing—why do we humans do what we do? Why do we mess up, judge, lie, pretend—and still pretend we’re innocent? Are we that lost, or just following some script our brains cooked up?

Let’s not romanticize it. Let’s be honest—every single one of us is a hypocrite. Harsh? Maybe. Unfair? Not really. Because this isn’t about being a bad person. It’s about being complicated. The truth is, we walk through life thinking we’re unique, better, above all that drama—but what are we actually doing? Judging, stumbling, hiding things we’re afraid to admit.

The Mirror That Hurts

Ever notice how easy it is to judge someone else? “She shouldn’t have lied.” “He’s selfish.” We point fingers, act like we have some moral upper hand. But just wait until we’re scared, or desperate. Suddenly, lies slip out of our mouths like they belong there. The same people who swear, “I’d never gossip,” are the first ones whispering in corners when life gets messy. And then we have justifications or labels for our actions, such as deontological or teleological. Maybe this is why life never fits inside those pretty little black and white boxes. It’s just shades of grey, and most days, it feels impossible to sort out who is right or wrong.

Why are we like this? Is it fear? Is it survival? Are we just selfish, or is there something deeper? I’ve been stuck on this question for months. Maybe it’s all of it at once. Maybe our feelings, situations, moods—all those things we can’t control—turn us into people we swore we’d never become. So, we justify. “My situation is different. I had no choice.” We soothe ourselves with excuses, just to sleep at night.

Admit It—You’re Human

Here’s where it stings: most of us can’t even admit our flaws, not to ourselves and definitely not to anyone else. We want people to think we’re loyal, honest, kind. But when real life happens, sometimes our actions don’t match. Owning this isn’t about shame—it’s about growth. Maybe the first step is just admitting it, letting the truth sting a little.

I see it in myself, too. I say that I would have never done that, and then sometime later I find myself doing the same things but in different situations and there's my excuse.

So yes, we mess up. We contradict ourselves. But the ones who own up to it, apologize, try to be better—those are the ones keeping humanity alive.

What Does Humanity Even Mean?

People love to give textbook answers to "What is humanity?" They act as if their definition should become the rule for everyone. If you do the same, you’re wrong. Humanity isn’t a chapter in a philosophy book. For me, it’s simple: be a little more human. Own your mistakes. Apologize when you mess up. Mean your words. If you can’t do that, just know—you’re not fooling anybody, except yourself.

We’re not machines. We’re magical and ruined at the same time. How is it that I’m writing this in a dark corner somewhere, and you’re reading it maybe halfway across the world, still feeling the same ache? Sometimes I wonder, when did we lose our innocence? When did being numb suddenly become cool, and caring about anything turned into weakness?

Emotions: Our Strongest Weapon (Or Weakness?)

It hurts to see how being emotionally unavailable is the new normal. People parade around like “not feeling” makes them powerful. But ask yourself, if shutting people out and dulling your own heart is power, then why does it still feel empty at the end of the day? Why has this trend of emotional coldness become a chain reaction, spreading like a virus? All it takes is one emotionally shut-off person to turn another cold, and before you know it, everyone's just pretending, hiding, faking it.

Then we complain, “This world isn’t a place to live.” Maybe the real question is: what have we done to make it better? How many people have we inspired, healed, comforted—just by daring to stay real, to be openly human?

Be Human—Even When It Hurts

Here’s something most people won’t say: being sensitive and emotional is a strength, not a weakness. Don’t fall for the scam that says otherwise. If anything, the world needs more people who feel—who own their mess, apologize, and aren’t afraid to care.

So, judge me if you like. Call me too honest or too intense. But don’t say you haven’t been there. We are all hypocrites, but that’s what makes us human. Own it—and maybe, just maybe, this place becomes a little lighter.

If you disagree, let me know in the comments. Or just sit with this discomfort for a while. Sometimes, feeling uneasy is the first step to understanding each other deeper—and maybe, forgiving ourselves.