Judging a book

Everybody does it. You can be the most un-judgmental, unbias person and still… subconsiously or consiously, you make a snap judgment of somebody when you meet them for the first time based soley on their appearance.

It’s human nature.It can’t be helped. In a society where appearance comes first often enough to make a difference and morals, values, personality and talent come second… what are we to do?

We’ve been bombarded with it since childhood. We worship beauty, we praise fashion, we put so much emphasis on what meets the eye. Ugliness isn’t only frowned upon anymore, it’s mocked and criticized. I recently found myself judging someone based on what they looked like, on features they would have no control over. I caught myself mid-thought and it was like a bucket of cold water hitting me in the face. You know, that moment of self-realization when it hits you that you are, in fact, NOT the person you thought you were.

Does that make me a bad person? Does it make someone else a bad person if they judge me because I wear runners everywhere? It’s hard to call someone shallow when it’s something we all do. So we all put too much emphasis on appearance, but do we stick to our first impressions? I think that’s what differentiates people. When it hit me that I was judging this person before I knew them I decided right there to give them a chance. And it turned out that they were probably not a person I would associate with outside of the requirements of my job, but still… I gave them a chance.

All I’m saying is: Think twice.