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Hypocrisy

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Approximately nine in the morning, and they've already started at it. White porcelain cupped between my hands, I stare out the window of the coffee house, sipping my tepid beverage within the time restraints of my break.

"People constantly protest war and think it's possible to live the comfortable lives they do. I just don't see how they could be so ignorant toward the hard truth; if we stop fighting, it doesn't mean our enemies will." A tall, slightly plump man spoke across the two tables pushed together. His city police uniform tailored itself awkwardly over his sunken shoulders. I was happy to see my tax dollars hard at work, preaching to the same group of older folks he sat with each morning. And like every other morning, the men always came to the same conclusion; "someone should really do something." Someone really should. But it wasn't going to be them.

Full grown men should at least know where opinions end and bitching starts. I wanted to let them know.

I wanted to ask the officer what he was doing about it right now; if his Diet Coke was already starting to make him thinner or at least, if he was solving cases at the bottom of his cup. War debates are about as constructive as religious ones. Whose opinion was he intending to change?

I wanted to turn to Mr. Medium-coffee-half cream-half- sugar-senior-citizen-discount, or Bill and ask him if, after serving in a war, he agreed with his comrade's bitching.

As he always does, Mr. French-vanilla-cappuccino-topped-off-with-coffee-directly-to-the-rim with-no-lid, or as I like to call him, "that d-bag," would surly have his two cents to the conversation. I'd ask him if the married woman he was fucking was doing better now that she'd quit working at the coffee house? I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to remind him that he should worry about his own problems before judging our country's inability to carry out his views.

If you want peace, prepare for war. If you want solutions, do your part.

I wanted to tell them all that. To let them know how hypocritical their very presence was-- grind it into their soul, and sour their day with shame. But when it came to the reality of the matter, I'd change nothing; not their actions—certainly not their views, a job short of a rent payment, a time wasted with my own hypocritical input. What was I doing, after all?

I stare at the mug between my hands, contemplating all this.

I'm working and going to college, getting the schooling it takes to be a better cop than Mr. Diet Coke ever was. I'm voting for change, and watching patiently as it slowly emerges. I'm sitting quietly while listening to babble across the dining room, silently disagreeing with their choices, thinking about how I'm going to put it into words when I get home.

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Ive-got-soul's avatar
Ah hypocrisy, don't you love it?