Observing the judgment
When you look at something or someone for any reason, any occasion, you immediately have thoughts about what they’re wearing, their body, hair color, etc. When you look at a house or a friends decor, you automatically think you like it, hate it or how you might change it. Our thought process is a judgement based on how we have “seen” the “something”.
It’s human nature. Look, then think. We are either approving or not. Then we judge. Every morning I get up do my thing and check the weather. When I’m out walking my dogs I take notice at my neighbors, my area. All this information gets processed in my head. There are so many thoughts that pass through my brain as I process what’s around me. This observation sends information to my brain then my thoughts are processed.
The result of this activity is a “judgement“. That judgement then leads me to a thought. In this case the thought is about what I will wear today?
This kind of judgement is a result of observing everyday basic living. But what about judgements that are based on something else. Judgements- I may not think highly of someone because of how they talk or what they believe in, and lately their political view. Don’t jump down my throat just yet, dive in with me.
These kinds of judgments are judgements based on limited information. Our brain takes this limited information and turns it into something it is not, like judgement. Let me give you an example.
Observation vs Judgement
I was raised in a very conservative family. A small close knit town. They yelled and screamed over the family business. They were just loud people. If you wanted peace, you werent going to find it with seven people under one roof with a revolving door for other family members, or friends. I never felt judged. I assumed everyone thought like my family, everyone was loud and bold. Because I was the first girl after my grandparents had all boys, the first grandchild, I was favored. Did I know or understand that? Not at all.
I was raised to be respectful, polite, conservative and quiet. (As you can tell that didn’t work to well. The quiet part.) Later on in life talking with family, it was brought to my attention that my cousins, the other grandkids, felt slighted. I was judged because of what my grandparents didn’t do. They favored me as I lived with them.
I was not a spoiled brat. I had no clue I was favored or treated differently. How would I have known that? Looking back, I can see their point. However, Im still jud