All Is Good In The World -
As Long As You Look Better Than The Person Beside You.
I got on the bus yesterday and sat behind a school friend of mine. She had a perfectly straight french plait running down the back of her head which finished in a glittery flower hair bobble, and sneeringly I thought “I bet her mum did it for her“.
Straight away, I judged her. I’m not proud of it and nor am I going to hide or justify my actions. And yet after the following thought of “Christ, she’s seventeen and her mum still does her hair for her!”, I checked myself. I was startled at how horrible and aggressive that was and realised – Hell, even if her mum did do it, it’s still amazing.
In complete contrast to her, I was sat wearing the clothes I’d found on my floor after waking up ten minutes previously, with my greasy hair roughly slung back into some clips with very little make-up. My friend in front looked immaculate.
I was talking to my best mate, Kinder, on thursday when she told me that she had been invited to the St Clares Sixth Form Prom with her friend Martin. She’s in year 11 and was afraid of going because she worried that when she entered the room, all the sixth formers would turn and look at her with indignant faces which read “oh my god, what is SHE doing here in OUR prom?” and instantly they would judge her. I encouraged her to go and she replied -
“Yes, Martin really wants me to go too, he said – “OOO come on Kinder, we can sit together and judge the girls dresses!” “
Right now, Mr/Ms Reader, you have just judged Martin. I know I have.
So why was I worried about being so quick to judge? We all do it, so don’t even bother denying it. Some do it on purpose and some by accident. But still, what gives people the right to sit back and say cruel things about another person, whether it’s their dress, hair, make-up or any other shallow and materialistic feature, behind their back? Surely, we should “man-up” and say it to someone’s face? Or would that cause arguments? Then again, at least you’re honest, and no one can judge you on that.
S.E.M
