You believe contradictory things constantly, it doesn't even mean anything anymore.
They’re contradictory, but they make sense unless your mind isn’t complex enough to understand that because there are different situations where different things may apply, and different weight can be given to each thing or belief, you can do one thing in one situation and the exact opposite in another, so your belief of what to do can consist of both options because in different situations you can do different things, or because you give different weight to different things, what you actually do contradicts your immediate beliefs because you value some other belief or concept more highly.
Example 1: I am pro life, but vote pro choice, that appears to contradict itself. My beliefs and actions here seem contradictory, but… if I explain why, it remains contradictory, but it makes sense on another level.
I don’t believe in abortion for myself or in general, but other people can do what they want because I believe in free will as well and freedom.
My belief in freedom and free will trump my belief that babies shouldn’t be murdered for any reason. So, I can’t in good conscience vote for no one to be able to get abortion because that would limit their freedom, which I care more about.
It would also take away their ability to exercise their free will, which I also find is more important than saving unborn babies, so things can contradict each other and still make sense, depending on the weight you give to each value or thing.
Example 2: let’s use love here
So I can say I love someone and not mean the same kind of love as when I say I love someone later. This is because there are different types and levels of love.
God said to love your neighbor as yourself. You don’t love yourself in a sexual way, normally, at least that’s not how God wants you to love yourself because lust is bad and sexual stuff isn’t the same kind of love or isn’t love at all.
Neighborly love is more like compassion and respect and acceptable, whereas romantic love is like passion and fondness and attraction. I love everyone and when I say that I mean it in the neighborly love way. I love everyone so I can love anyone because I can tolerate them and live with them.
When I say I love my daddy, I mean romantic love, like I can’t stand to be without him. Like I want to just exist next to him forever.
I felt that kind of way about Allister only, other than my daddy. Everyone else was a neighborly love so I was never lying when I said I loved them or that I could learn to love them. I said I would love them because they would be my husband and I love my husband romantically already.
I think the reason I started feeling romantic love later in my quest for a husband is because I was getting nicer and letting my guard down. I loved Allister because he was great to talk to and was dominant, great at sex and cute. I love my daddy because he’s dominant, cute, smart, funny, great at sex, kind, sweet, manly, into guns, pure, adorable, responsible, caring, has his life together, has friends, seems to enjoy life, and truly cares about this would go on forever because I literally love almost everything about him. Even his fat.
Seems contradictory, but it’s only contradictory on the surface.
