Good Mornin' to Ya!

It is going to be a stinker of a day, temperature-wise. San Antonio is not a city to which people should flock in the summertime. No, lads and lassies, head for cooler environs. This place becomes a freakin' oven. Oven, I say to you. Oven. When you wake up, and it's already almost 80 degrees before 7am? You know you will need to steel yourself lest you become a small sweat spot on the concrete just walking to the bus stop an hour later.

So have you ever wondered what it is about some human beings (I have it on good authority that not all people are like this, but I'm waiting for evidence I can point to; so far, still waiting) that they have to be incredibly, ridiculously judgmental? I mean, someone walks on a bus wearing some goofy shirt, and I feel compelled to tell him/her to go home and change. Really. Why is that? I mean, the person's shirt is not going to negatively affect MY day. I'm not going to have to stare at it for hours on end or anything. If I don't like the shirt, I can just (radical concept, I know) LOOK AWAY. But in my head, this really snotty voice says, "oh, yeah, THAT'S a good look for you."

Or I'll be sitting somewhere, book in hand, basically minding my own business, and then someone will say something and I'll think to myself "that's a stupid comment!"

Each day. Judgement after judgement. What is up with that?

I can go through all the usual explanations/justifications/rationalizations: it's my own self-esteem problem that leads to this (and yeah, I'm fairly certain this is the core of it), or it's what my parents were like and I'm just the product of my environment (nurture, man!), or it's human nature to establish hierarchies of all sorts and I'm just more in tune with this part of my human nature than most people! Uh huh. Right.

Do you? Judge people all the time? If so, can you pinpoint why that is?

I catch myself doing it, and lately, I stop myself. "Jingles," I say to myself, "what the hell is wrong with you? You don't get to critique everyone else! You're just as effed up as the next guy/gal!" And mostly that works, but hey--either I'm excruciatingly slow at changing my behavior patterns, or this is more deeply ingrained than I can even guess at, because this is taking for-freaking-ever.