Hypocrisy: like the scraping fingernails of 18 second graders, in unison, on a blackboard in early morning
In an effort to understand it, I have been reading and studying why people change with the wind, lie because it’s easy, manipulate facts they know are false simply because they enjoy drama, or gossip.
Is it for the thrill of putting on a multi-colored, but paper thin, coat of bravura? It seems to me to be like an egomaniacal strutting – puffing up and preening for others, on a stage without foundation, in a never-ending world of make-believe.
Is it a need for escaping and lying for the sake of drama – for the daring feel of the “game”? And it is a game. When I have looked back at former friends who were just pure dissemblers, I see it was all really just sport for them – a game with one winner – themselves.
This is what I need to explore and write about next.
Why have I (hopefully now forever in the past) attracted friends with these traits? And why does it take me too long to recognize it? Why do some people choose to abandon truth, or create facades – complete falsities? Why is hypocrisy also cloaked in feigned pretension, and extra-loud agression, that I should be able to recognize, but so often miss?
I don’t have these answers yet. Until I do, I will leave you with this:
Hypocrisy, the lie, is the true sister of evil, intolerance, and cruelty. (Raisa Gorbachev)
What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core. (Hannah Arendt)
More to come on this preplexing topic.