This quote by Mother Teresa is probably one of my favourites in the whole wide world..
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” Mother Teresa
I want to share a story with you about something that happened to me quite a few years ago. When I think about it, I still cringe. I really detest people who judge others.
Here we go.
I go to the gym. I work out, I leave. I’m in “relax mode” kinda clothes. No make up on, my crazy big fro hair is pulled into a big fluffy mess on top of my head, I got casual shorts on and a plain ole’ t shirt. Got the visual? I’m a hot mess.
I kinda look like I could be gardening or something. Certainly not out shopping, that’s for sure. And keep in mind also, I’m pretty inked up and pierced. Not that that should make a difference but read on..apparently it does.
I have a bit of running around to do before I head home to work, and one thing that I desperately need to do is go get a new pair of glasses. Mine are toast and my prescription is over 3 years old.
The Satan Store aka The We Judge People Store
Off I go, to optical stores. First place I go to, I walk in, the two store employees are talking among themselves, a few minutes in, not long, one greets me. She walks over to me, gives me a clear “once over” (wait, what the fuck was that?) and asks if she can help me.
As a matter of fact, yes you can. I need glasses.
Right where she’s standing there’s an enclosed glass display of glasses, obviously the higher end ones, and she says “Well let’s move on down here, these ones are really expensive”. Um, OK. I think nothing of it at first because I’m in total overwhelm at all the glasses I have to go through to choose one pair.
(did she just judge me??)
I have to tell you, a very important note, I despise shopping for glasses. I’d rather chew shards of glass dipped in cyanide. No really. It drives me fucking bat shit crazy!! Like shopping for a bra is up there on the dislike list too.
Anyway we’re looking, after way too long I pick out a couple of pairs (2 for 1 deal, gotta love that) and I head off to get my eye examination. I return to the store and prepare for my purchase. The girl who originally served me is out on break. Before I finalize my purchase there is one thing I really want to do.
I want the expensive ones dammit!!!
I need to look in the glass case that I was prohibited from shopping in because it was “too expensive”. There is a sweet pair of Versace’s. Now before we get too far into this please please know that I am NOT a label chaser. Far from it actually. But I know who Versace is and these glasses are fucking sweet!
And right then and there it hit me!! The first store clerk looked at me and had decided that I couldn’t afford the glasses in the enclosed display. How dare she? How dare she decide for me what I can and can’t afford? Who the fuck are you to judge me in such a heartless way? (remember I was in overwhelm and her comment didn’t really hit me that hard at the time)
Anyway, I tried on those Versace’s and they looked super hot on me! But guess what? I won’t be buying them there. I actually won’t be returning there. I’m huge into customer service. I don’t think insulting customers is a great way to treat them. Really.
I left the glasses and walked out. The hasty Italian in me kicked in right there and then. I was done.
Please don’t judge. Please. Can you imagine how beautiful this world would be if we all looked past, clothes, cars, appearances, our pasts, our jobs and every other single thing we judge others on?
Can we not just be a little more mindful of people and feelings? Can we not take a step within ourselves to look deep in who we are and realize that we are not perfect either?
Can’t we just love each other?
Peace and Love!
xo iva xo♥