Hypocrite
Awhile ago, someone called me a hypocrite.
That really pissed me off. I am many things, good and bad, but I am not a hypocrite.
A while ago, a friend of mine made this pledge to himself to be a better Muslim after his father passed away. No drinking, no “hooking up” with girls and general abstaining from sin. He was doing pretty well, not an easy feat considering the life he used to lead, that is until a few days ago. Things started to go wrong for him, it was one thing after another. Long story short, he was in a pretty bad place.
His way of fixing things was to drink himself stupid. I knew that this would get him into trouble. Even if it didn’t he would seriously regret it afterwards.
Being the good friend that I am, I told him not to get smashed. I told him that it’d be better to drown his miseries in a violent videogame or something.
His reaction was to call me a hypocrite. He said that my telling him not to drink was some religious crap I was trying to push him into and that I didn’t deserve to talk about religion since I myself do indulge in alchohol and some other things that a few I know would frown upon.
The truth is, I couldn’t give a fuck what it says in the Qur’an, or what some old people told me at the mosque. I was telling him not to drink because I knew that he would regret it, and I don’t want him to do anything that he would regret.
I believe that the best rules a person can follow are the rules that they set for themselves. Not some rules created by a big brother figure.
This is because if you do break these rules, it’s not the judgement of some disembodied voice that you must face, but your own judgement.
You must face the guilt.
