People fascinate me. Simply to the point where I want to know what makes them, them. I want to hear their stories, know their mannerisms and understand what makes them tick. I like to figure out how their minds work and do my best to understand them. However, there are some people, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t understand. I can’t understand the people with judgement behind their eyes, with this negative energy clouding their vision. I can’t understand people who see a girl walking around with a sparkly cat handbag and the only thought they have is "that’s disgusting." It’s a f*cking CAT HANDBAG. That is the COOLEST THING EVER, WHEREVER DID YOU GET IT? Instead of just looking at that handbag like it is — a handbag — they have to compare that handbag to societal norms. If you don’t measure up, you are deemed not good enough. But here’s the thing: If someone is sitting there judging someone else for something as futile as a handbag, they are not good enough. They're not good enough to be friends with me, that is. I don’t need that negativity in my life.
The fact of the matter is, judgmental people are missing out. On life, on love and on every single thing they encounter. Why in God’s name would you voluntarily be negative about people? There are so many people to do that for you (*cough cough* mass media, the public education system, literally anything that has to do with politics). I just can’t understand why it matters that, that girl is wearing jeans a couple sizes too small, and I can’t figure out why you would voluntarily involve yourself in someone else’s affairs, much less something as mundane as a pair of jeans. Because guess what, sweets? While you’re staring at her poor choice of pants for the day, she’s telling me about her childhood. She’s talking about her passions. I’m having an actual CONVERSATION with this person because guess what? At the end of the day, she’s going to take off those too small jeans and what’s left will be her passions and her personality. And that’s what I like to learn about. And that’s what I do learn about.
There is so much good in this world, and much of it hidden in simple individuals. If you aren’t willing to look at more than face value, you will ignore 90 percent of what makes a person interesting, and you'll learn absolutely nothing when you could be learning so much. Every single day we see the same people but different things. You see some girl singing pretty badly, I see a girl having the time of her life at her favorite concert. You see poor fashion choices, I see freedom of expression. You see weight gain, I see confidence gain. You are missing out on the joy of people. How can you stare at this amazing population of people and sit there and say that you don’t like any of them? You can learn so many things from each and every person on this earth, but instead, you choose to look at some trivial thing like what’s on their socks.
Plus, how much time do you spend making opinions about other people? Let me rephrase that. How much time do you waste creating judgmental, unnecessary opinions about the people around you? I feel angry and sad that you do this to yourself and limit yourself to only talk to the people that look like you, talk like you, act like you, etc.
Is some judging necessary in order to function in society? Yes. I will always say yes. I judged the middle-aged man at Home Depot that stared at my ass, because that was inappropriate. I judged the guy at the concert that was a little too close for comfort. Judging someone’s behaviors and the way they make you feel can keep you safe. But someone’s clothing isn’t going to give me any indication of whether or not I can trust them.
People so focused on clothing or mannerisms or teeth or glasses or any other surface characteristic not only are missing out on what makes people individuals, but are voluntarily filling their lives with negativity. And hey, maybe that’s what blows your hair back, but don’t expect me to go along with your critique of some guy’s outfit because frankly, nobody asked for your opinion, and even more frank, I don’t want it.
