No judgy isn’t really a word. But it seems to fit the situation more than judgmental. Judgmental is a heavy, serious word. These are not heavy, serious topics on which I am being judgmental. So instead we’ll call it judgy…
We have new neighbors moving in next door. I don’t know anything about them. I have only seen who I am assuming is the man of the house once when he was unloading a pick up truck with a friend – we were leaving at the time so I waved and when I returned he was gone. This week as I took my lunch out to the deck I saw someone on their deck. There was a delivery truck in the driveway earlier so I assumed that this might be the woman of the house. She was standing on her deck smoking. She tossed her cigarette into the flower beds and went inside before I even had my plate set down. The fact that she was smoking and threw her butt in the flower beds makes me think I won’t like her.
It’s not nice but it’s true.
Earlier this week I saw a person who I know abhors all sorts of exercise wearing brand new, expensive, running clothes. I saw her again this morning wearing a different set of brand new, very cute, very expensive running clothes. She has a vacation coming up so I suspect she is attempting to exercise in the hopes that it will magically transform whatever she doesn’t like about her body in a few weeks time… or maybe she’s just dressing the part in the hopes that it will rub off.
I am obviously skeptical.
I am the person who sits to the side and has a constant, Joan Rivers-like commentary running through my head as I notice the way people dress. I’m not shallow enough to think that their clothes really say that much about them. I just like to get a good chuckle out of some people’s choices.
All the time, in my head, fair or not – I have snarky opinions and caustic asides. I’m so judgy.