Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

If I were to write of the tales of our friendship I might end up writing a book, but you guys know I am too lazy to do that. This is just to sum up the summary of that hypothetical book We met as strangers Smiled awkwardly at each other We had good things  To say to one another  Then we became friends We had some highs And had some lows But in the end we stuck together And that is how friendship grows Now we are brothers We don't talk or meet as much But each one of us, In our hearts, we know We'll always be there for one another No matter how old we grow And no matter how far in life we go.

According to the dictionary on my phone, hypocrisy is the claim or pretence of having beliefs, standards, qualities, behaviours, virtues, motivations, etc. which one does not actually have. And a hypocrite is someone who practices hypocrisy. Now from my 20 years’ experience I think I can safely say that everyone of us is a hypocrite; we all claim to be something when in actuality we are not. But it’s all about levels and whether one accepts this fact or not. I am a hypocrite, which I am not proud of but I guess it’s all natural. I would say that my level is somewhere around 3-5 on a scale of 10, 10 being the highest. This might seem like I am blowing my own trumpet but it’s nothing like that. Here is why: Whenever I talk or write about anything, I choose my words very carefully and most of the time it’s the honest truth. I don’t go about pretending to believe or doing things I sincerely don’t believe in. For instance; I really hate it when people don’t close the doors behind th