Judgment
Today I caught myself
making a judgment. That is not something I like to admit. It is not a good color
on me. Or anyone.
Today I overheard
someone talking about how they went to a local establishment, and would be
patronizing this establishment during the holidays. I thought to myself about
what that person had said. “Why would he do that? Doesn’t he know that that
establishment’s corporate policies are homophobic? How could he patronize that
establishment?” That’s when I caught myself making a judgment.
I’m not a
racist, I’m not homophobic. I don’t judge anyone on their size, skin color,
sexual orientation, political alignments, religion or lack thereof. But, naturally,
there are some things that happen in the world that I don’t agree with. When I
heard that person make that statement, it didn’t make them immoral, I just didn’t
happen to agree with his choice of patronizing that establishment.
So yes, I judged
someone. I’m not proud of it. Does that
make me an awful person? No. It makes me human. We are human beings and we
judge. Like it or not, we judge. We judge one another all the time:
“Look at her eat. She is so fat.” “That
hairstyle is so gay.” “That was so retarded.” “They need to learn to speak
English.” “She is so thin. I bet she goes home and throws up her dinner.”
We make
judgments on how people are dressed, people’s hairstyle, their behavior, any number
of things. Sadly, more often than that, we turn these judgments inward, on
ourselves.
Our judgments do
not serve any purpose. Now that I am aware of it, I realize that I have work to
do on banishing all judgments. Just like the rest of us. After all, everyone
matters.
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