I believe that a person should not be judged without being known. Since little, my parents would tell me not to judge, there is more that meets the eye. Seeing someone everyday doesn’t mean that you know them, nor does it give you the right to talk about them. No matter how much I heard that, I still did it, by saying simple things such as “That shirt does not look good on her” Never would I stop and think: what if I that person heard my conversation? And the though that it could really upset them didn’t cross my mind either. I thought: what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Plus, I always had the idea that one person can’t make or break you. I never thought what a person said about me, would affect me
One day when I walked into class there were two girls talking bad about me, they were also imitating my facial expressions. For the rest of the class I just sat there thinking, why do they hate me? What did I ever do to them? Than it came to me I too judge people, including those I didn’t know. Knowing that those girls hated me really triggered my emotions. I felt anger but mostly sadness. I was sad they didn’t know the type of person I am, but they were still talking bad about me.
I know that asking people not to judge others is almost impossible. People judge others to make themselves look and feel better, like the saying goes, “You’re only as strong as your weakest link” What I do hope people would do, is to at least get to know the person, maybe they’ll find that there not as bad as they thought. There have been occasions where I didn’t like someone simply because they hung out with certain people or because they were in my class and would answer all the questions and it was annoying. What I have learned is not to confuse hate with jealousy. If someone’s smarter or skinner is not a good enough reason to hate them.
Bob Marley once said: “I’m not perfect and I don’t live to be but before you point the finger at me, make sure your hands are clean” Just because I see or hear things about people and judge them on that fact, will not make me a better, if anything it will show people what type of person I am, the type that is so fed up on appearance that doesn’t even take the initiative to get to know the person and learn how to respect their views, before opening my mouth.
That day in class, made me realize that it hurts when people talk about you and even though those girls were talking bad about me, I thank them for opening my eyes and letting me see that it is not nice to make or be made fun of.
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