I know that many people think so. But recently I started to wonder who the hell gives them the right to judge me?
I know I am not perfect, there is not such thing as a perfect human. Most of those that judge, know nothing about me, nothing about my past, about my life, about anything actually. And still, they judge.
And I'm not saying that I am able to meet someone and not judge him or her, but at least I can and I do keep my opinions to myself. And some people don't.
I get an impression that a person who calls me a freak basing her opinion solely on the fact that I protect my privacy is a bigger freak than I am. But I try not to judge. It is so hard sometimes, though. And than I hope I could rise above that. But I can't.
I am just a human being trying to make the life work. I care too much. I take most of the things too personally. I know that. But many years of pain didn't change that. Neither physical, nor psychic pain could. I guess this makes me the way I am, this makes ME.
Even nowadays, when I am dealing with quite a pain it seems that it will get me nowhere. And the doctors telling me there is nothing they can do to ease it? That doesn't make me feel better.
And maybe that makes me a freak, but even if I am one, I really don't have to be reminded of that by some almost complete strangers.
So, can someone tell me, who gives others the right to judge? And how to deal with that without getting to anxious about it all? How to get a good nights sleep when someone shoves something like that into your face knowing nothing?