Judgmental Society

I have many friends at school, they all range in genres. The popular girl who everyone knows (even if they're not even in the same city), the nerd (including myself), the comedian, the goth kid who everyone is afraid of so they stay away from them; not knowing how nice a person they are, the scene kid, the list goes on. But how is it that I've come to classify them like this? By the way they dress. Sometimes the way they act. They're judged.

I go by a motto I have to use everyday when I meet someone I dislike, "Except people's flaws, opinions, and beliefs. You'll be fine.", which has gotten me a pleasant status among my student colleagues. My mother states that motto is "Very Christian of me" and says so with a delighted smile. One of these colleagues is a kid named John (not his real name). John has the imagination of one who would be in grade seven. I've come to judge him like that because he does certain things I myself would have done when in said grade. The boy named John contently tries to make me believe he is more than just a strange high school student, that hes actually the re-incarnation of King Author.

He is living in a fantasy world to get away from reality-- this has become my theory. Much like how I play World  of Warcraft to escape from homework. John is judged by everyone he meets because he is so out-of-the-ordinary. This is why I'm his friend. John knows what it feels like to be judged so he does not judge others. I cannot say the same because I judged him by why I wrote in the paragraph above. I try and fit into the ideal teenager and John doesn't. In the grand vision of things, John is a better person then myself and everyone around him. I hate myself for being judgmental but I can't help it, I've been warped and molded by a society that judges which person is fat and which person is not.

Now, as I sit in the dark dungeon that is my room, I can't help but ponder how future generations will view each other... Will they be consumed by the corruption of judgment, or will they look past those ideals and live a life of acceptance? Only time will tell, as the famous saying goes.

My thoughts to yours,

a clinically depressed author.