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Judging others

 We humans seem to delight in judging one another, usually unfavorably, usually compared to some unrealistic ideal or standard. 

At the same time, when we're judged, we're quick to remind those judging that no one is perfect, That we're "only human".

I do believe that there are times when it's absolutely appropriate to judge another person, but we need to be realistic about the grounds on which we're judging.

It is asinine to judge anyone based on factors over which they had no control. I feel safe in saying that no one in history has ever been able to determine before birth:

  • Their nationality
  • Their gender
  • Their skin color
  • Their appearance
  • Their preferences
  • Their degree of able-bodyness 
To judge anyone on factors that they were born with is bigoted, racist, sexist, and irrational. No one should be judged on how nature made them. 

hands pointing at woman in judgement


It is fair and reasonable, however, to judge others on their character, what they've made of the themselves with the tools nature gave them.

Are they kind? Are they empathetic? Do they have a sense of humor? Are they humble? Do they enjoy music and animal companionship. Are they mindful of others? Do they give of themselves? Do they love themselves? Do the accept themselves? Do they respect their friends and family?

These are some of the standards I have for others, what I judge them on. If they aren't up to my standards I won't associate with them. I won't stone them, I won't insist they be banished from society, I won't wish them ill. I will simply avoid them as much as possible. Life is too short for me to go on vendettas against those I judge as lacking in character. Besides, I probably don't know enough about their backstory to understand why they've chosen to be the way they are. 

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