I don't feel you should linger on the hypocritical element of it. We're human, we're all hypocrites.. is just one of the inborn traits that we have. as Francois de La Rochefoucauld said "Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue." back in the 17th century. In our somewhat recent past ... 2006, Jeremy Lott took the idea that hypo racy is a necessary evil to an even greater level in his book
In defense of HypocracyQuoteHypocrisy is so widespread that it might as well be part of our DNA. ...it is useful... ...It also provides a way for good men to pay lip service to heinous governments and warped social customs while working to thwart and ultimately undermine them. You see, hypocrisy is not just a necessary evil. It's also an engine of moral progress.
And let us not forget these words:
QuoteI spoke as if my very heart was in love with God -- tender, personal love," she wrote to one adviser. "If you were (there), you would have said, 'What hypocrisy.'
QuoteI utter words of community prayers -- and try my utmost to get out of every word the sweetness it has to give -- but my prayer of union is not there any longer -- I no longer pray.
Was penned by Mother Theresa in her journal expressing her loss of faith, but still in the name of her religion she continued to help thousands, inspire millions, lived a life that made this world a much better place. It's appalling that after those statements were released that people began to throw the words hypocrite at her and condemning her for her actions. She saw the value in hypocrisy, and in not revealing her lost so that she could continue and make the world a better place.
So short answer, your actions can be seen as hypocritical, but on the Mother Theresa side of the spectrum in the word. I do the same as well. and am close friends, friends I've known for 25 out of the 31 yeas of my life. Friends that sometimes spew verbal fecal matter all over the place with a mix of baseless irrational phobia derived from whatever uneducated source that influenced them. It's not that they don't know the real me. but rather they only know a part of me, and I have and will continue to bite my tongue and steal my heart when they have their bouts of prejudice, and I will be a hypocrite and continue to be their friend. One day, maybe not from me but they'll find out and though they may not wish to talk to me. At the very they would know as a fact, that they were friends with a transgendered gurl, and that I was nothing like what their words painted me out to be, and maybe he'd be, or allow his children to be a little more open-minded.
I had a bit to drink and got sloppy and left a few things out and a few things on and my mother got an eyeful of those few things when she visited unexpectedly, What followed suit was a month long of either non-speaking / not acknowledging each other, or an aggressive plea for me to be "normal" which always lead down the bath of heated exchanges and words we didn't truly mean when we said them. With the help of my god-sister I came to the realization that it's not just me, that yes, I am the one with Gender Dysphoria but I am not a victim of Gender Dysphoria, and in this case, my mom, she is a victim of my GD. Everything SHE KNEW, without a shadow of a doubt, as an undisputed fact, came crashing down on her. Taking into account for the generation gap I decided to not lose my temper and to sit through the god awful word choices, outdated references, and intolerant hurtful words she has so she can let out all that fear and doubt.
We had a few long talks and though I was prepared for it, some words, especially coming from your mother cuts hard and is probably the most pain I've ever felt. The consequence of it all is a good one. she started to watch the documentaries I suggested and she's reading about gender dysphoria as well. She's even come up to me and asked me bout how I felt, and when I knew for sure.
All in all, she supports me but she hasn't accepted me yet. a bit of a paradox. but a somewhat understandable one ... I think.
(sorry for the long post... I enjoy writing despite what the # of grammatical errors would suggest. More often than naught I go off on these long tangents. Filling it up with run-ons and using way too many words than what would have been considered to be adequately sufficient in communicating my opinion. Hope my experience offered some insight, help, entertainment, or at the very least distracted from your usual angst for a tidbit.