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The Judgement Game



Do you know what the easiest thing to do in this world is? It’s something that, well, as weird as it sounds, it’s something that we all do nowadays. And we do it skillfully, even. Well without further ado, I’ll tell you what that is, it’s judging people.

Judging people has never been so easy. People willingly give you their personal information (some are very personal, even) in front of your very eyes for some unknown reasons, and technology only made it worse. Anyone could set up a second account at any time, make fun of someone else. Anything is anonymous, without a single trace that can lead things back to the actual person.

So what is judging, actually?

Judge, judging :

“To form an opinion or conclusion about something.”

The sad thing is that sometimes we judge people without any grounds, too. We judge them “just because”. Just because we don’t like their appearance, because we despise their way of talking, because their hair looks funny and any other unimportant things. I feel that judging people makes us the shallow one, not them. Because what, we judge them based on that? Why are you even judging people because of that trivial things? It’s up to them how they want their hair to be done. You degrade yourselves and them as you do so. Because maybe, just maybe, when you talk to them, they are so much more than just what they appear on the screen. You might have some similarities unknown to both of you before, you might end up being the best of friend. Well, who knows, right?

So would you deny the opportunity of forming a new relationship that might be good for your life (and maybe not) by judging them without trying to know them first? But still, it’s easier said than done. Our pride sometimes got in the way. Well, why don’t we just give it a try? 


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