A Snoop is Born

Not just for bird watching in Monana

As shocking as this may sound, I pretty much across the board tend to judge people I don't know.  I know I talk a lot about trying not to judge my friends, and that's true.  But if I don't know you, chances are I will reach a number of conclusions based on what I see, without any investigation or concern.  Sorry.  It's not something I'm proud of.

That said, when I find myself falling into a category of people whom I roundly judge, it cracks me up.  For example, I think people who sit at home and watch their neighbors and gossip are absurd.  Which is why I think it's hilarious that I find myself doing it.  There is a woman who, a few times per week, parks across the street, then walks maybe a half block to someone's house and goes in.  Why she parks so far away is anyone's guess.  Maybe she likes the particular angle of the sun there.  Maybe she is concerned that the car will get randomly hit by one of the 4 cars that go down the street each day.  Or maybe, as I have conjured in my crazy little head, she is having an affair with one of my neighbors and is delusional enough to think that she's not drawing attention to herself by parking there.

Naturally, I go with the last one.  It's by far the most interesting.  Sure, I have nobody to gossip to about my speculation who would care.  But nonetheless, I do it.  I find myself immediately emailing people in Chicago to tell them my theory.  And, naturally, they couldn't care less.  Nor could I.  But it's something to do.

This is why I am so judgmental of judging.  Because sooner or later, I end up in the messy cauldron of the judged.  So beware that, even though I hate myself for it, I'm watching you.  And you.  And...well, not you, you are boring.