I’m judging you. And you’re judge me.
No matter how much we say we won’t, it happens any way.
I judge the way you treat me and the way you act around others.
I judge the way you treat yourself.
I do it without trying.
You can see it when I say, “you’re so thoughtful.”
I can see it when you tell me I’m so smart.
See.
We’re judging.
Without intending too.

It’s funny how we tell each other not to judge others because we have no “right” to. Yet all of our relationships, the ones we keep and the ones we let go of, came from a judgement call. We decided if someone was right or wrong for our lives based on what we saw and heard from that person. Possibly even from what we were told by other people. We use this line so easily as if it’s so simple not to do. As if we can look at a situation between two people in an unbiased way. As if we can listen to a conversation and not take sides. Every time we say, “fuck that bitch” or “damn that asshole” we’re making an opinion about that person. We can’t get away from it. As much as we try.

I guess I could say the only time it makes any sense is when we rush to form an opinion about someone or something without fully knowing everything. But can we ever know everything? We just know what we’re told and shown and even then it’s not always black and white.

So what now? Nothing.
I’ll go back to my high horse that I sit on.
And you’ll go back to your throne.
There we’ll both sit and cast stones.

Peace.

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