I’m not proud when I think of things that pose judgement on other people.
It may be a natural human instinct, but I’m not proud of it. I don’t like to think of people unfavourably. But yet I can’t help that they give me no choice. But who are we to judge if a person possesses a “character flaw”? What the heck does that mean for the other guy? What does that mean for you? Placing yourself above on some pedestal like you’re so much better. But you’re not. You’re imposing judgement, you’re labelling someone else. And you may know your own flaws, but… maybe I don’t make sense. I don’t know.
Today I thought of a quote by George Bernard Shaw found in Mrs Warren’s Profession. “I should not have lived one life and believed in another”. And well – that applied to two people I knew today. Three, if you count myself. But I can’t help it – no human can help judgement. It is a matter of whether or not we choose to vocalise it. Someone once told me that by not vocalising I became decent. More decent than others. But somehow that places me at unease – why should it make me better?
Does everyone really have these thoughts? Or it is something we tell ourselves so we can sleep at night?
I don’t like to judge people – it makes me treat them differently. But I like to treat everyone the same. Yet I can’t. I try. I really do. Sometimes… sometimes it’s hard.