Judgmentality, and mirror poem

No one wants to answer the question: 

Am I judgmental?

Well, am I?

I can't speak for anyone but myself: I must be judgmental. 

Make no mistake! I don't want-to-be judgmental, but I am. I try to treat everyone just the same, love my neighbor as I would love my own, and shit like that. "I don't judge," I hear people say (myself included). Don't get me wrong now; I try my darnedest not-to-be offensive.

God, even the word offensive is offensive!

(The fact that I chose not to edit that
could be considered offensive.)

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Is everyone judgmental, then?

Again, I can't speak for anybody else. In fact, best to take it a step further: I don't care if anyone else wants to judge me. (I've heard people say that too.) Do I care though? I mean, I want to be nice, at least. I wouldn't want to anyone to get hurt. I wouldn’t want to make waves... etc. Bo-ring!

"so what then, are you saying I'm judgmental"

You be you. I be me.

(Thank you, guts.)

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mirror chant

I see myself

Not, not myself -

Looking-glass spot.

Then I thought up

How to see myself

See myself

Not-not

 

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Judgmentality, Thoughts of;

When no man nodded to me

It created an unclean heart

And I meant no dis

Honorable mention

Given unto you

The gift of your nod

Thy revels they’re

Cling there to you

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What is meant

By fearing this

Believing that

When the rest is but

Honorable Mention

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Had to pull a Real Estate sign
 out of the ground
 at my construction job.

Tim snapped this picture.

Draw your own conclusions.