I am reflecting on the experience I had this week of being judged before I entered the room. The judgment: I am too smart and too educated. In this case, that is deemed to be a negative. Based on the “lectures” I was given, a grave negative! I am used to being judged on a variety of factors; I am sure that we all are. Despite my voiced desire not to judge anyone, I still find myself doing so. Maybe it is the human condition, I am not sure, but I do know that I am at least conscious now of when and how I judge so that I can change those responses. That is progress! But I digress. I am used to being judged and I am great at picking up on it, but I don’t believe that I have ever been told I am too smart or that I am too educated. It was an interesting experience and my reaction to it caused me to take great pause. I was angry. To be judged BEFORE I entered the room? About something that most would take great pride in?
I wonder, is this what it feels like to be truly passionate about who you are and to then be told you are nothing? To be passionate about a cause, only to be told that you will never win? Or to see freedoms being taken away and fighting against it, only to be beaten down and repressed even more? For doesn’t all of this start with someone’s judgment against another human being?