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Judgment Border Crossing
When I discovered that I impose judgments on others as a form of self-protection, I became more interested in redefining these Border Crossings.
There’s a name for judging others based on their appearance, particularly unattractive details. It’s called Lookism. I struggled to acknowledge this habit, storing one detail after another in the recesses of my mind, then covering them up as if I hadn’t thought them. Good People don’t judge others on their looks. As I slowly peeled back the layered denial, discomfort overcame me as I lost differentiation between others and myself. It was as if their story was my story, their troubles mine. The JudgmentWall protected me from overwhelm. I gathered tools and began the process of bringing the barrier down.
Superiority, judging myself as better than others, protected me from ravaging insecurity. I didn’t hesitate to cross this border, bequiled by curious twinkling lights, and completed many tours into the Darker Catacombs. Once illuminated, they reveal rich veins of Inner Accessible Intelligence, the vast database of the InnerRealm. I became an avid InnerTreker, eager to convert Mined Data into chits I can use at the local Pub.
But, then, after many failed conversations, I grumbled into my pint, “They’re all stuck. They’re trapped and don’t know it.” This judgment reveals a lack of empathy. I didn’t fit into…
