Isn’t it remarkable how you can subtlety feel when someone is judging, either,
you or someone else?
It’s almost as if there’s a stuck-ness, a clogging in the
air. Something is messing with the flow. Some kind of preconceived theory is getting
in the way of natural rhythm—the conversing, creating, the being.
It’s hard to be yourself around people who think you are something and hold you to
it, refusing to let you show yourself to them. They are too busy assuming they
know everything about you to listen to you.
They might even be starting at you like you aren’t worthy of
their time or energy, or even air!
Some just look at you like you are purely an interruption to
the awesomeness that is their lives.
Some people just sit there, as you talk, judging the shit
out of you. About things they “know” about you, things they “think” about you
and things they are thinking about you right now as your talking- I don’t know
about you, but when I feel that from people, it throws me way off- sometimes causing
me to forget what I was even talking about (yet, usually, keeps me nervously
rambling— giving them something more to judge-no doubt!)
Isn’t it worse when you sit, uncomfortably, in front of
someone who you think is judging you,
ridiculing you, when in fact they aren’t and it’s all in your head?
How do we know the difference between an intuition and a
made-up story in our minds?
Furthermore: isn’t amazing how you can feel when someone is looking at you without one ounce of judgment?
Just total love, acceptance and encouragement?
That feeling when people smile at you with a knowing of how
great you really are.
I like that feeling.
I like to stir that in others, by looking at them with
utmost admiration- no matter who or what someone is, they deserve to be looked
at like they matter. Listened to because they are important. And loved because
they are love.
We all must give each other the freedom to make mistakes, to
learn from them, to move on and to create amazing things in life—no matter how
much we may have messed up in some other phase of our lives (or how much we will at some other phase!)
How will you look at the next person you see?
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