And so am I. Judging is in our genes.
We don’t like to admit it, but we’re always – always – judging people by their covers. We can’t help but watch people. And we don’t merely watch people; we observe them. We observe how they act. We observe their posture. We observe how they talk. We observe their body language, their clothes, their hygiene. And then we draw conclusions about who we’ve observed before we even learn their name. Oh, and I don’t think this is a bad habit. I think it’s useful habit. Judging people at a distance is what keeps you out of trouble.
There’s a difference between judging somebody’s character without knowing them, and avoiding a sketchy character on the street. It’s a difference of utility: it isn’t useful to judge somebody’s character without knowing them. But the belief that everyone you meet is full of good intentions isn’t useful either. And it isn’t just that it’s not useful. It’s flat out stupid and dangerous.
Judge at your own discretion.