We all judge. It’s human condition. Whether with good or evil intention mostly depends on how we feel about ourselves on any given day.
When I’m feeling confident and contented, I have much more compassion for other people. When I’m down on myself, everyone else pretty much sucks.
That aside, I’m apparently very easy to talk to. Whether or not I ask for it, people usually tell me all the things. Strangers passing on the street or at the post office, wherever I am within ear shot, someone is feeling compelled to confess.
I like eye contact (which often makes people really uncomfortable) and I always listen intently (even when I don’t want to), because I know what it’s like to feel irrelevant.
“Shopping is already stressful enough to twirl me into a volcano of despair. Please don’t add to my torment by speaking to me.”
My point, in case you’ve missed it, is I don’t usually go out of my way to talk to strangers while I’m shopping.
Yesterday was different.
Yesterday I was in Charlotte Russe pretending to be young and trendy. I couldn’t resist, because so friggin bright and shiny in there.
While perusing one of the racks, I noticed what could have appeared to be a very tall, older man in a leopard-print mini skirt, black tights, and lots of make-up; staring at a polka-dotted dress.
After evaluating the situation, there was absolutely no way I could keep quiet. I mean, holy shit!! I HAD to say something.
So I did.
A deep voice responded with cautious hesitation. “What?”
I have no doubt that I was supposed to meet Michelle today, and perhaps make her day a little brighter with an accepting smile and a little Dr. Seuss. Besides — one woman to another — who doesn’t like to hear they have great legs?
“Be who you are and say what you feel because the ones who mind don’t matter, and the ones who matter don’t mind.” ~ Dr. Seuss