Picky Sinners - by That Dark Writer

We’re all picky sinners.I don’t know if we’ve truly noticed, but we tend to commit the sins we’re comfortable with — and judge others for the ones we aren’t. We pick morality like it’s a buffet.The lies we tell? Justified. The things we hide? Excused. But when someone else stumbles publicly, we point fingers as though we’ve never fallen. We react with disgust, forgetting we’ve done worse behind closed doors. This generation is filled with hypocrisy.People are quick to throw stones but slow to lend a hand. Quick to whisper rumors but slow to seek truth. We hear a name, a story, a scandal — and boom — the judging starts. No context, no compassion. We hide the things we’re ashamed of and then act shocked when someone else lives them out loud. When the world starts accepting them for it, we don’t offer grace — we offer hate. Not because they did something wrong, but because they got away with doing what we fear being exposed for. And let’s be honest —Some people don’t even want to help. They use criticism like a mask, a distraction from their own rot. On the outside, they parade righteousness. But inside? Filthy, cracked mirrors reflecting all the things they pretend to condemn.Judging others gives them a high — a false sense of being “better.” It’s not about right or wrong. It’s about ego. I’ve judged too.And I won’t lie — in the moment, it felt good. It made me feel above the chaos, untouchable. There’s a twisted sense of power in believing you’re cleaner than someone else.But then came the turn — I was judged.No room to explain, no space to be human. Just verdicts passed by people who knew only half the story, or none of it at all. It messed with my head — even when I tried to act unbothered. We think we’re immune, that we’ve grown thick skin. But all that strength crumbles when the judgment comes from someone we adore. That? That’s the kind of pain that settles in the chest and stays there. We underestimate the damage our words and looks and side comments can do.And these days, we confuse judging with simply having an opinion. But there’s a line. And far too often, we cross it.We throw stones at others for sins we’re quietly nurturing in ourselves. It’s easy to condemn what mirrors us — especially when it’s not our reflection that’s being shown. But here’s the hard truth:No one really wants to be told the truth — not when it’s uncomfortable. And I’m not saying you shouldn’t speak up, but there’s a difference between helping and humiliating. So don’t twist my words.But don’t ignore them either.Because maybe — just maybe — if we took a little more time to understand instead of attack, we’d save more people than we shame.

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