If the answer was none, then why do we buy certain clothes, cut our hair a certain way, talk a certain way, put so much pressure of first impressions? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t judge somebody on how they looked. In fact, that’s exactly how I judge them. We all do, whether we mean to or not. And that’s natural, and probably necessary. If I didn’t judge someone I just met who holding multiple weapons, I could be in serious danger.
If the answer is all of it, then why do people think they hate each other, and then fall in love. Why do we think we knew a person, and then realize we don’t at all. I also judge people at the most unnecessary of times. I see someone, how they act, how they talk, how they dress, how they look, and my mind has already made its decision about what kind of person I think that is. And based on that, I choose to learn more about the person, or avoid them. It pains me to think about how many people I decided not to truly understand, and instead dismissed as “weird” or “odd” or “bad person”. How does one silence those rapid fire judgements? I have yet to find the total off button, and I’m started to doubt there is even one. But some of the times I challenge my initial judgements about a person, I have been proven so completely and utterly wrong.
I often wonder what people are thinking about me. I wonder how people I’ve never even talked to view me, what they interpret from how I dress myself, what I own, how I talk, and what I post on Instagram. I try not to obsess over it, though. Because I’m sure I could prove a lot of those people wrong.