Being judgemental has to be one of my my least acceptable characteristics.
I grew up in a household where we judged each other, and those we met in the outside world, against some hidden but testing standard.
Not being good enough was a constant threat. Being found wanting, lacking, letting others down, you name it, the implied failure was always there, brooding behind every conversation and every encounter.
The corrosive stain of judgement still seeps into my life.
I wish it didn’t.