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Judgy McJudgerson

Posted: August 12, 2009 at 5:13 pm | Tags: non-judgemental, observing, the world around

On the playground

Miss Scaredy Pants Mom:

“no don’t do that, you can’t do that, your too small. Don’t you know you just can’t do that. Your not big enough, No….NO…..NO…..NO”  Repeat this same sort of thing OVER and OVER for 10 straight minutes.

In line to return something

“Miss Know it all to her companion:

” Yeah I have to return this shirt, I won’t dare try something on HERE….ewww, I was surprised they even carried a brand like this, suppose it serves me right for shopping here though they probably got all the misshapen items to be cheaper. “

(SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

“Can you believe Helen brought that man to the BBQ last night, she just met him and she was already slow dancing with him.  I would never do thaaaat…ughhh.  She is too old to be acting like a young school girl.  She has no class.  That man is going to take her for a ride for sure.That is exactly why I just don’t date anymore, they are all liars and users.”

(SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

“My sister says she is going to send her kids to public school.  I tried to tell her what a huge mistake that was but she just kept saying how expensive private school is and they are barely scraping by. Oh sure they are scraping by, I saw they bought a new boat for when they go camping…..maybe they should just sell that boat and one of there cars and they could do right by those kids and send them to a proper school. I’m so glad I don’t have kids, but if i did I sure wouldn’t screw them up like she is. You know you have to make certain sacrifices if you want to be a good parent.”

(SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

“I saw this lady in the store the other day. She had this brat screaming in her cart pulling everything off the shelves. I was so pleased to see some REAL parenting when she pulled herself out of that line and took the child to the side and spanked him. You just don’t see people do that anymore and its a shame. You know that is why we have such horrible juvenile delinquents running around everywhere.

Huh just yesterday one of them came to my door, ignoring my no solicitors sign, and giving me some sob story about needing to raise money for his football team, he had a plastic tub full of candy bars. OH PLEEEEEASE, like i would buy candy bars off some dirty hoodlum who rang my bell. If he really was from a football team they should tell them to dress in nicer clothes when they go out begging…ughhhh.”

The companion then said, “Oh Abby SHUT UP!”

In Target:

3 year old girl: “I’m tired.”

her mother: ignores her, and continues talking into her blue tooth

3year old girl: “mama, I’m tired and my legs hurt.”

her mother: ignores her, still chatting on the blue tooth

3 year old girl: ” mama………..mamaaa MY LEGS REALLY HURT!”

her mother: “uh huh, thats nice honey” back to the blue tooth

3year old girl: sits on her butt in the isle, screams at her mom, “I can’t walk.”

her mother: had just got off the blue tooth and says, ” OH WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHING?” She then swoops the child up violently and tosses her in the cart, and says, “there now shut up retard.”

Oh these people are making it so hard to not place judgment. I want so bad to speak up, to help, to do anything to bring a different feeling to these situations. Normally I would. Normally I am able to bring things around to a more pleasant experience for all.  I wonder how long I am going to be in need of keeping my mouth shut and just listening and observing. It’s killing me.  I am starting to feel better. I have a healthy grasp of my role in the world again, but a few more days will still be good for me.

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Paying Attention

Posted: August 8, 2009 at 1:23 pm | Tags: no judgements, observing, the world around

Observing and listening

The thin girl with her mother searching for school clothes.

Mother says, “do they only make these pants in XX or husky?  It’s so difficult sometimes to find clothes for my daughter, it seems the world is becoming naturally geared toward the overweight and obese.  They tell me I have to find her clothes in the ’slim’ section, as if she is some kind of freakishly small person.  She is normal and healthy a minority I suppose.”

In the parking lot at the Wal Mart on a Saturday before noon. I am located 1 car away and my windows are down, I am in a truck that sits high.

They park 3 rows away from each other. She is in her turquoise Trans Am. There is tape on many of the windows, grey and peeling.  She is blasting her rap music, while yelling on her cell phone that she is in the second row of cars from the main road, first parking stall nearest the cart return.

30 seconds pass.

A man dressed in a sideways ball cap, sweat stained wife beater, and baggy jeans exposing his red checkered boxers, weaves in and out of cars heading in the direction of the woman in the Trans Am. As he approaches he is looking into each car he passes. He reaches the Trans Am and without a knock or hello enters the passenger side door.

The woman turns to him. They exchange words.  The woman repositions her body so she is facing the man. The man reaches down and unbuttons his pants, and pulls his penis out.  The woman proceeds to pleasure him to climax.  The woman sits up and reaches behind her seat and pulls out what appears to be a little girls dress from a pile of laundry.  She uses this pink fluffy thing to wipe her mouth and tosses it to the back again.  The man hands the woman a small bag with white powder in it.

The man now zipped up, gets out of the Trans Am and walks back to where he came from, again weaving in and out of other parked cars looking into every window.  The woman left only after dipping her head down into the seat next to her and sniffing.  She brought her head up quickly and plugging each nostril one at a time inhaled fiercely.  She then started her car and attempted clumsily to back out of her parking stall.  The man  got into his car and sat talking on his cell phone.

In my house.

The dog brings her ball inside the house. Her tail is wagging. She drops the ball in front of the 6yr old, she ignores the dog. The dog drops the ball in front of the 3 year old, he ignores the dog.  the dog whines  and uses her voice in some manner that is not quite a bark nor a whine, almost like a human grumbling. The dog picks up the ball again and drops it in front of the  2yr old boy.  The dog speaks to the small child and the child looks at the dog and smiles, picks up the ball. He tells the dog to sit, the dog sits.  The 2yr old throws the ball with all his might across the house and yells “get it.”  The dog bounces happily toward the ball that only went 8 feet or so, and quickly returns to the smallest child.  The child says to the dog, ” LEAVE IT…..GRRRRR”.  The dog drops the ball and this little game continues for about 10 more minutes.

When the playing is done, the youngest boy and the dog lay down on the living room floor together.