Judging in Nashville

Tonight I had dinner in Nashville. I sprinted from my hairdressers to the nearest restaurant/bar to watch the World Series. I came in a few minutes after the game started. Within minutes of sitting at an upscale bar, I was judged on where I lived, for my drink preference, and before the night was over, my entree. 3 different people gave me their free will opinion about what they thought about my life.

Isn’t it strange that we feel entitled enough to judge someone but we don’t care enough to want to know how someone is doing? I think asking “how are you?” or “Are you ok?” is a much better startup conversation than judging one’s choices. Judging someone’s choices is never acceptable. That’s not our job! As I’ve said before, you don’t know why people believe, know, pick, or choose what they do. We don’t know childhood wounds, personality disorders, their struggles. We are not the judge and most of us are not worthy to know their story.

Our job is to help people. Extend a hand to the hurting, the fallen, and the broken. Maybe we need to just slow down and think before we speak. We need to respect others’ traumas. We need to respect other cultures. As my shrink says “not everyone thinks or believes like you.” Everyone is created equally but we all have our own special DNA. We are as special as each snowflake that falls. Let’s do better to be better! Love to all!

Published by Dana

Creative writer about my life and life lessons. Survivor of abandonment, addiction, narcissist relationships, and trauma. Still dealing while I'm healing. Thank you Jesus!

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