For me, I hate hate hate it when people talk on their cell phones while driving. However, I was in the habit of doing it myself for a year or two until I got my Bluetooth device.
I very much hate the ever-widening gap between the rich and the poor, yet I’m guilty of buying clothes and products from companies who employ sweatshops in third-world countries. I also shop at Wal-Mart.
Most of all, I hate hypocrisy in general, but as you can see, I’m guilty of it myself. Everyone is. What are you hypocritical about?
Adam
I loathe people who ask me a question — especially at work where I have to answer — and then disregard what I tell them and do what they want to do anyway.
Gunther How do I get to the airport? ME Take the freeway to exit 112A. Gunther I don’t drive on the freeway. ME Oh, then take Hwy 7 to Hwy 19 to Airport Rd. Gunther Airport Rd. is too busy, I think I’ll just take a cab.
:mad:
But I frequently ignore my bosses answers to questions and do what I want anyway; or worse yet, I argue with him about his answer until he tells me to do what I was planning to do all along.
I’m a environmental type and I live 75 miles from where I have to be every morning. When my husband and I commuted together, it was around 200 miles/day.
I justify it by telling myself, hey, at least it’s a PZEV compact and I won’t be driving much during the summer. But I’m still a hypocrite.
I loathe the attention the media gives to the likes of Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Linsey Lohan, etc.
However, I must be paying attention since I know more about their current status than I do about more pressing matters.
I came up with a bunch, but then I realized they were behaviors I was judgmental about rather than hypocritical. I don’t think I tell people to do things that I wouldn’t do, or that I do things that I’ve said are wrong. I have a live and let live attitude, mostly as a reaction to a controlling mother and first husband.
When you’re not very critical of others, it’s easier to not be hypocritical.
Wait. I thought of one. I’ve been critical of people who don’t read outside their comfort zone. I loves my comfort zone!
I’ve been known to bitch about people who don’t take their job seriously, or who perform it poorly, but I’ve had whole days at work where I do the same.
I can’t stand it when somebody needs to make a left-hand turn on a busy road and I’m stuck behind them. When I am the one who needs to make a left hand turn I mentally shrug at the irritated people behind me. Sorry, suckers!
Drunk people irritate me unless I am one of them.
I hate talking on the phone so I don’t often answer mine, but I dislike it when my call goes to voicemail.
I find excessive excitement over sporting events tedious and annoying, particularly in a bar. I display excess excitement when the Spurs are playing, and I always watch them in bars.
You do know that you’re still talking on your cellphone while driving, even if you’re handsfree, right?
Mine is driving. I rant about other drivers, and I do most of the stuff that they do. It’s different when I do it, though; I always have a good reason why I need to do it. :rolleyes: to myself
cell phone while driving here. Every time I see someone being an idiot at the wheel, I think to myself “I bet that jerk is on the cell”. Yet I have no trouble calling or answering mine. I have all kinds of excuses. Most my calls are 20 second deals for “I am on my way”. And I know I am a very good driver :rolleyes: . And when I talk, I am more likely to lose track of my conversation than of the road. And, and, and.
Well, yes, but handsfree allows me to focus more of my attention on the road. Plus I drive a stick, and yes, I have been known to have the phone in one hand while the other hand moves back and forth between the steering wheel and the shift knob. :o
Adam
>Well, yes, but handsfree allows me to focus more of my attention on the road.
I read that studies show handsfree phone talking is as big a distraction as holding a cellphone to the head while driving, and both activities have the same numerical effect on accident rates (about the same as a 0.1 blood alcohol content, IIRC). The speculation is that the problem is your brain is participating in a conversation with somebody who isn’t in the car, and the background or premise implicit in that conversation does not include operating a vehicle in whatever situation the vehicle is in. So, having a conversation with somebody sitting next to you does not have this effect, because they are aware of the vehicle too. The cell phone conversation itself, and not holding the phone up, is the problem.
My hipocracies include believing that foriegn nationals should have the same right to live where they want that I have, while I actually enjoy the fact that I was born American and get to live here. And also believing that the more sentient animals shouldn’t be raised for meat, but I still eat them. Though I’m a bit confused about this last one because the ones I’m eating would actually not have been born in the first place if it weren’t for the farming industry.
That’s me right there. I hate jerks who weave through traffic so they can be first at the red light. But then I get annoyed at the slow guy in front of me. I seem to think that everyone else is a jerk while I’m the one with a good reason for my actions. It is fun, though, seeing circumstances conspire against a Mr. Impatient. Like when he changes lanes back and forth but ends up getting stuck in a very slow lane while the other lane zooms along and he can’t get into it.
On a more academic level, I’m a hypocrite when it comes to gun control. I think handguns and automatics should be restricted to military and law enforcement. But I would totally love to sit in a quad-.50 and tear some shit up! Firing a cannon would be awesome, especially if it results in massive destruction. I call this one academic because I know I will never own a firearm or fire a machine-gun.
I find the meat industry to be morally wrong, and therefore I find supporting it with my wallet to be morally wrong. I used to only buy meat that I was satisfied was produced by means I considered moral. Then I had a colectomy which led to a bunch of dietary restrictions, making it difficult (but by no means impossible) to continue that lifestyle. So I didn’t, but I should.
I consider myself a feminist, politically (I am male), but quite often find myself shirking household chores or procrastinating until my girlfriend has done them.
Competence. I think incompetence is the most immoral thing there is. Think dentist, surgeon, car mechanic, kindergarten teacher if you’re not convinced. I’m usually compulsively competent about my work; I do more and better than my peers most of the time.
I’m another who is theoretically against the eating of meat, but I do it anyway. I tell myself that it’s this darn family of mine; if it weren’t for them, I could give up meat properly. I did do it for a couple of years, and it was difficult.
