|It must have started with that stick in the mud
||[May. 31st, 2010|10:20 pm]
Just when I thought I had sanitized my facebook profile sufficiently enough to avoid outrage from family members, an aunt of mine sent me the following email a few hours ago:|
"Dont like what i read on your page about Tony How can you judge someone "
Confused (since I hadn't really looked at my profile in forever), I scanned my facebook profile looking for something egregious I might have said about Tony. Finally, I understood what she was talking about when I read the following blob of text from my quote section:
"(12:50:35 AM) talk with tony: i don't understand lesbians
(12:50:40 AM) talk with tony: who doesn't want a penis"
So it's easy to just label this interaction as a misunderstanding since it's obvious my aunt hadn't:
a) Realized that this is an excerpt from an AIM conversation--not anything that I, myself, have said
b) Inferred the palpable sarcasm
After reading the quote a fifth time, I still fail to see a judgment being made. Putting aside the fact that (to my knowledge) no judgment was made, the self-righteous tone of her message bothers me. How can I judge someone? Well, it's quite natural. I look at someone, make an observation, and voila.
Why shouldn't one judge another? Because the bible tells you so? Because you might be wrong? I guess there never really is a universal answer. Either way, I believe that judgment is inevitable. Even if you limit your definition of "judge" to cater to the biblical sense (which I'm going to judge that my aunt is doing) in which one adjudicates that someone is wrong, immoral, or the loch ness monster, you'll never be able to stop yourself from differentiating a person from one of those three things, and in the process of making that differentiation, you are judging.
Biblically, I can understand not judging since apparently god is the only one who has judge permissions on the file system of earth. Secularly, the only virtue in not judging others that I can discern is avoiding error. To mitigate this error, I make flexible judgments.
Thus, I sleep perfectly at night after a day full of judging, and life goes on. What really keeps me staring at the ceiling or tossing and turning is the fact that it's 2010 and people still believe in fairy tales. Sure, this has nothing to do with having a moral code in which one considers it wrong to judge people, but I don't believe that fairy tales and morals stray too far apart since every fairy tale has a moral.