I am pretty quick to make fun of others, but I try as much as I can to not judge people.
Because most of the times that I’ve judged people I didn’t know, I’ve realized later that I was wrong.
Not everybody has the same etiquette, for example. And from Paris to London to New York to Tokyo, everything is different. You can’t judge.
Plus, it happens to everybody to be an asshole, to have a disastrous style one day (or two) or to cut the line at Starbucks.
But there are still a few things that I can’t help but judge. Maybe you can help me on these. From the least significant to the most sordid…
The One Who Wears Glasses Inside.
This is totally personal, because I feel like these people don’t allow me to understand them. Eyes are so important, come on, show them to me !
And also because I’ve tried and let me tell you : with sunglasses inside, you don’t see anything (unless you’re in a room at The Standard and it’s very very bright).
So it’s really a conscious decision to hide something (or to show one’s sunglasses) or it’s an ophtalmological problem.
If it’s something else, can you explain ?
The One Who’s All Dressed In Statement Clothes From Head To Toe.
Statement on statement on statement : wrong statement.
It’s a very soft judgment, still – what I see is insecurity.
I tell myself it will go away one day and that it doesn’t hurt anybody to be a walking advertisement. But to judge someone as insecure is still to judge…
The One Girl Who’s Dancing Half Naked In Front Of A Bunch Of Guys
(As seen recently in Miami)
As a woman, seeing another woman throwing herself in those kind of situations pisses me off and the big sister in me comes out. Because I do have that feeling that we are all sisters and that we should watch out for eachother.
I want to go throw a rope on her, but she would be the first one to tell me I’m crazy.
It’s not an extra bad judgement. It kind of makes me laugh from the distance, I might even make a joke, cause seriously have you seen that girl there in the back?, but inside, it kind of hurts.
I try to send her telepatic messages : “You don’t need to do that to be loved!!! Be careful they’re taking pictures!” But she doesn’t give a shit, she’ll get her lesson later. She’ll learn on her own.
Well, let me tell you that if that girl was a friend, it’s not a rope I would throw over her, it’s a whole ice bucket.
The One Who Doesn’t Eat (Seen way too often)
I know I shouldn’t judge because it’s a deep and very difficult problem, but a girl who doesn’t eat cause “she’s so not hungry!”, who orders a tea in lieu of a lunch and takes out a ziploc with three undefined grains for dessert makes me want to run to the other side of the world, like, to Brooklyn let’s say.
I don’t want to deal with that problem, and I don’t want to pretend I haven’t noticed. I’ve tried both often, and its just impossible. It’s not my role. I can’t be a silent witness of all that , but I can’t help. I am sorry. I judge, and I flee.
The Ones Who Talk Down To My Collaborators.
Once again, it happens to everybody to be an asshole, to be in a rush, to be too brisk.
But I don’t understand the people that talk down to those who work with me. There, I judge.
Why talk bad to someone who’s “below you”? Don’t you realise what you’re doing? Do you think I’ll never know? Don’t you know my assistant might be your boss one day (or mine)? And that even if that never happens, everyone deserves respect and a “hello, how are you?”
I just don’t get it.
The Ones That Gossip To The Extreme.
This is literally freaking me out.
I mean believe me, I LOVE gossips and if we were at the café you and me, I would tell you a few that would make you laugh out loud.
But there are limits. Seriously. I call that disgusting gossip.
Health problem of others when they don’t wan’t to talk about them, telling everybody who’s having sex with who (when it could cause personal / family dramas) or other way too important intel to be brought up in the social scene. And that are a real violation of the life of people.
When someone I don’t know well gives me that type of gossip, I freak out. I don’t know what to do with it, I don’t want to know, I want to go very, very far away and bury my face in the sand. Like, yeah, I’d rather be an ostrich.
Ok so help me, am I too judgmental ? Are there things I shouldn’t judge so harshly ? What are your limits ?