I'm such a hypocrite.
I detest copiers.
I copy others.
I detest people who are rude.
I am rude.
I detest high-pitched noises.
I make a lot of high-pitched noises.
I detest the sound of nails scratching on something.
I scratch my nails on things occasionally.
I detest things that aren't in order.
My table is always messy.
And the list goes on.
Nobody's perfect, but can one seriously have that many imperfections?