Judgement encompasses our lives, no matter how you look at it. I have never not judged, unless I did not care. The only way a person can resist the urge and the tendency that the human brain has of judgement is to not give a fuck. I will judge every last person that I come into contact with if I have a personal contact with them (business relationship, personal relationship, just met them at an event or party, just looked at them at a bar). Do I give a fuck?
Sometimes (usually) always. Unless I don’t. There are some people who exist in the world, that I would literally never notice. I would never be phased by anything they did or how they behaved, because I have no investment in that person. That’s funny… back to reality.
THIS DOES NOT EXIST.
SORRY YOU’RE WELCOME, IDIOTS.
Many of you know the narcissistic betch that I am. However you may not know, when I judge or when I would not judge. I’m going to judge that girl who’s wearing an extremely short dress revealing the left side of her vagina for the world to see. And her insanely high heels from forever21 that make her look like she looks like Bambi’s sister to a small town bar. Because why?! OK – I get it, it must be your 21st birthday because you’re also wearing a crown and a sash and you’re taking lemon drop shots with 15 of your closest girlfriends, which is so cute. But no. It’s not. You’re not. Why would I judge her though? Why do I give a fuck about this random 21 year old birthday girl who I’ve never met? And I’m never going to meet, because IDGAF! Is it because I’m jealous that she’s turning 21 and I’m 25? Or is it that I haven’t been able to overcome my sense of outward judgement? Am I too perceptive? Should I close my opinions out from the world? Do I really love making jokes at the expense of others? BINGO. How many of you have been out at a bar with me (on a Wednesday, or any given day of the week – don’t judge me! AHH!!) and I’ve made a really mean but hysterically funny comment about somebody in the near vicinity?! It was funny. It was definitely mean.
Or what about that guy who has little man syndrome? Who has been trying to eye fuck me from across a restaurant? That I’m fake vomiting back to his face because I’m so disgusted that he’s even thinking I would even begin to accept that fact that he wanted to talk to me. I’m awful to men. No mercy. That’s a flaw that I have. At times I’m really not nice. Scratch that. I’m a cold hearted bitch. My Daddy tells me that often. He’s afraid that I’ll never find love because of my attitude toward men. He tells me that he fears that for me. I usually laugh at that. My best friends have told me that they sometimes feel uncomfortable being at bars with me when a group of men are trying to strike up conversation with us. I’m sorry – I have no interest in having a conversation with a 40+ year old group of Ecuadorian men who’s pick up line on me was something to the effect of, “You have beautiful eyes.” or “What’s your nationality? Do you habla Espanol?” Then I stare blankly at them with no words, turn my head and immediately B-line to the bar & buy myself a new cocktail since mine’s obviously gone now that I’ve been sucking it down avoiding all conversation with YOU. Why would I judge this guy? I clearly don’t give a fuck about him. But he somehow affected me enough for me to judge him. EW. Where I am on the inside (emotionally) versus how they look on the outside (physically) will give a judgement that could be completely unfair. #SuckstobeYOU.
It’s all about your pride here. The dual meaning of pride, one having negative connotation, the other having positive connotation. People who do not give a fuck have such an extremely positive level of pride that they are completely satisfied with their outward behavior and actions that they are so fulfilled and that they completely belong. The negative connotation really deals with an inflated sense of your style, status or accomplishments, and you really thinking that you are, in fact…“the shit.” Not judging is a difficult task to take on. I’m almost going to say it’s impossible. You actively exhaust yourself to not care. The amount of time I’ve spent trying to not care, I could have actually not cared and been done with it.
People judge me all the time. I’ve been told by my closest friends, by complete strangers, by colleagues, boyfriends, and family members various assumptions or judgments that have been made about me. Some have been spot on, some have been completely false (in my opinion) and some have been relative to my mood. Judgement gets a negative connotation – not only does it not need a negative connotation – it can be positive. People tell me that I come off that I think I’m better than others because I don’t say anything in a social setting. If I don’t say something, it’s just because I’m taking it all in. I’m literally listening to conversation. Maybe I’m uncomfortable and don’t want to offer my opinion because of insecurity of being judged for my own opinions. HAHA – I’m fucking kidding I don’t give a fuck what you think about me… I’m probably just waiting to talk to somebody that I’m actually interested in or would rather be involved in a fantastic conversation with.
First impressions are not always correct, either. I love when I make a judgement and I’m completely 100% fucking wrong. Opposite of my perception. I don’t really have an example here from myself because I’m never wrong. LOL actually – reverse back to 1.5 years ago where my perception was completely off. I’ll give a different example though because, BORING. I’m imagining this situation that an extremely secure and stable man that I really respect recently explained to me. It’s basically that — as a dude, you may get insecure if a well-built, tall, GQ-esque man walks in the room. Immediately you have several different feelings – like that you’re not good enough compared to this guy, or that he’s a total prick and you’d never want to be his friend because he’s dumb or he really is less than. He said that it’s happened to him several times that the “GQ guy” turns out to be somebody that he would actually be friends with, had a cool conversation with and felt like an asshole that he judged him from the get-go. OK, cool. This is moderately similar to the slutty 21 year old girl example given earlier. Maybe not. Another feeling that men receive often would be how they are treated much differently when dressed in a suit opposed to when dressed in gym clothes or sweats. Respect comes with dressing well. Followed by a quote from my favorite man…
You’re always judged. So just be on your game. Stay on point. Wear black. It will NEVER fail you. If you say you don’t care what others think of you, you’re probably lying. That OR you’ve really got it goin’ on girlfrannnn. But you don’t, so stop lying to us. And mainly stop lying to yourself. Cheers to you. And to me. You’re now exiting the Judgement Free Zone. YOU REALLY NEVER ENTERED IT. I am
unaware don’t care if this post makes sense or follows any form of continuity. You may think that I’m a hater – thanks for your judgement. Not sorry, obvi.