Enough about me.

Have you reserved a readied judgment of someone who you found irksome in some way too elusive to warrant immediacy of its issuance - someone who may have failed to elicit apparency of the same impression in others? Have you heard tell of this peculiar one's misdeed, and found yourself smug in your intuitive allotment of suspicion? When you learn afterward that the account was false, that the anomaly was exonerated, what might be your reaction? Would you cast into doubt all such judgments?

I habitually chose to become angry at this entirely self-contained assault and rebuff. How dare reality defy my expectations of it, what I had determined it would be?

I strive now to judge nothing, or to realize that all judgment amounts to nothing.