Sometimes I fall into the trap of a kind of feigned enlightenment where I imagine myself to be tolerant and wise and I wind up enabling behavior in others I don’t respect.

Sometimes I overreact and moral-busybody others whose behavior disgusts me mostly because it’s a projection of those parts of myself I judge and reject.

There is no contradiction. The line is straight down the middle of these two overreactions. Don’t enable, but don’t busybody. It’s a hard line to walk sometimes.