I saw a quote written from a guy I know, and it was a great quote and he probably really meant it.
I wanted to be gracious here, but — this thing he was telling everyone else to do is the very opposite of how he really is. He knew the exact right words to phrase it, the keywords to tug the heartstrings, that slightly aggressive tone to preach to the choir, the vivid imagery and active verbs to pull it off.
It felt so icky. This was the paragon of a pot calling a kettle black.
If he had said it any other way, with any kind of nuance or self-awareness or humility: it would’ve made sense. He’s not a bad person or anything, and there is value in hearing from someone who is still overcoming their own issues. But this wasn’t that kind of honesty. It was all finger-pointing, just abrasive and hollow and laughable. It’s the sort of thing that instantly makes you say, “Well-what-bout-chu?”