Morning good people. Ok so I was standing next to this guy who had a lot
of visible tattoos, namely on his neck. I'm still not sure where I
stand on the tattoo front, it seems like such a commitment and the only
thing I'd consider branding myself with is probably the names of my
family members. But we already share the same genes and unruly hair I don't know if
that's necessary. Blood is thicker than ink. Back to my tatooed friend. The one tattoo says only God can judge me. The other is a nickname of
sorts, can't quite make it out. Now its quite an obvious irony that a
tattoo about judgement is wrapped around the neck of said gentleman
because here I am judging him. Not necessarily negatively. Just trying to figure out
the motive. He's wearing double denim and fake gucci shoes (how's that
for judgement) which makes me wonder what job he holds, how employers
react to all the tats, what he's been through to wear his thoughts so
visibly. All the questions that fly through our head without consciously
judging someone. So without trying I've just judged him, does this mean his tattoo is
rendered inaccurate? I suppose the world and tupac can agree that "only god can judge me" sounds a bit better than "only
god's judgement of me is the one that matters" for example. It is a lot less lyrically catchy and I'm dubious about wrapping such a long phrase around anyone's neck. If
we didn't judge each other we wouldn't compete as much, if we didn't
compete we wouldn't spend as much, if we didn't spend as much we'd
realise that we didn't need as much. And then the economy would fail! Any more so if possible. Ok tangent 2.0. I guess I just wish
we didn't judge each other so easily and so negatively. Our every
potential will be realised in judging each other positively, in pulling
someone forward you also remain ahead.
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