Letter To Hypocrisy

Dear Hypocrisy,

I don't know you.
I mean, I DO know you. But only in other people. I don't know you in myself. 
You're there, in me, obviously. You are a human trait, and I am a human. I am not immune to your seductive powers. I am no better than the best of humans and no worse then the vilest of them. ​The likelihood that you are in me is high. Very high. Maybe equal to the likelihood that I blind myself to your presence. Have I EVER met you, face to face? Or are we strangers to each other, secretly fantasizing on the other, wondering when will the moment of truth be revealed...when shall we meet? When will our love affair begin? Or... has it been happening all along? 

I suspect you are there when I bring up my opinionated critic's eye on the latest film I've watched, or when my actions don't match to my words, or when I am quick to judge another person as being 'so judgmental.' I'll be the first to point you out in a debate. The first to use you as a tool to silence my opponent. To wear you like a badge of moral honor. 

Oh, the dare I have! The HYPOCRISY! 
You are laughing all the way to your moral high ground and I am left frozen, thinking 'Am I a hyppocrite!?' NO. I can't be. Can I...? And the bitter sad truth is YES I am a hypocrite like the best of them and the worst of them.
None of us likes to think of ourselves as such.
Maybe that's why you and I play this dance...: You show up, bang on the door a little, but I conveniently am blind to your presence, thinking the only hypocrisy laying around here is OTHER PEOPLE'S. 
Time to face the music. Time to face myself. Time to see you the next time you show up. 

Sincerenly yours, 

​~Me.