Thursday, February 14, 2013

Judging Others

"Its sucks that people can be so prejudicial, judging you that you haven't finished high school yet. They don't know your story. Slightly ironically, I hate being judged and yet I tend to judge people a lot. Not you. I've known you too long. But people when I first meet them. I immediately start making judgments based on their clothes, what they say, what they talk about, their body language. It's really quite terrible of me, and I'm trying to stop. But it's hard when you constantly feel like everyone else is judging you. And then you feel miserable because you think no one likes you except the people you've known forever (like your family), but then you start to think they are also judging you. It's a vicious and miserable cycle."

In a conversation with a friend (via email), I began with this rant. She'd been dealing with judgment from others about not yet having her high school diploma (she is working on her GED), and I got a little passionate about it. But I agree with every word that came from my fingers. I am extremely judgmental. It's one of my worst faults. And it makes you feel horrible, both when being judged and when judging others, and yet we do it anyway. I understand that as humans we are inherently flawed. We are constantly screwing things up. Some of us are always trying to do and be better, but we fail so often that we also often give up on trying to get better. 

I read this dystopian teenage novel yesterday called Scored by Lauren McLaughlin. In it, almost every teenager is constantly being scored on what they do and say by an impartial, incredibly intelligent computer program. They do this by having these cameras, kind of like security cameras, all over the place. If you are a "highbie" with a score above 90, then you're given a full ride scholarship to any state school of your choice in your state. If you're a "lowbie," good luck getting a job as a laborer in a sewage plant. If you're somewhere in the middle, between about 60 and 89, you have some variety of career options, but none of them involve going to college unless you're one of the 1% who still have a lot of money or unless you win a scholarship that will cover all college costs. The story focuses around Imani, a "highbie" whose score suddenly drops because of her association with her best friend who throws away everything for an unscored boy. If you're unscored, you have even fewer options than the "lowbies." Overnight she goes from being a 94 to a 67. With only one month left in her senior year of high school, there is no way she can bring her score back up to even a 90. All of a sudden, this argumentative essay her history teacher assigned about the score becomes her only chance of going to college to study her passion, marine biology. Anyway, in one part of the book, she and another student get into this debate about the score, he fighting for it and she against it. They both come to the conclusion that it is a form of the caste system. Yes it is kind of a meritocracy, but it also focuses on the individual rather than on the caste as a whole. Because the "castes" are constantly changing with the changes in peoples scores, you focus on you as an individual and not on the flawed nature of the system. A nearly unbreakable system. My point to all of this is that the book was entirely about the judgment that these teenagers faced from someone even more powerful than their peers. Their peers didn't have any say over their future, but this impartial system? It had complete control over their future. It determined their future. 

Judgment in our world does not work like that. It does not have to define our actions or our future. It only defines as much of us as we let it. If what other people think of us is the only thing that matters to us, then it will control everything we do--from the people we socialize with to the classes we take to the future we invest in, or don't invest in. But if you only acknowledge what people say and objectively decide if their opinions should impact your life, their judgment does not have to define you. If someone tells you that your outfit looks terrible, but you happen to like it, you don't have to take their opinion into account when you choose what to wear the next day. 

My sister does that on a daily basis. It's pretty easy to choose clothes for her--if your first thought is "That looks awful!" then she'll probably love it. She loves to mix geometric patterns with this one floral scarf--they usually don't match. But to her it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks. If she likes it, then according to her it matches. They share a common thread (pun not intended).

It's entirely up to you what you let influence you.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Relationships...and Fear vs. Awe

I've never been good at time management, as evidenced by the fact that I am blogging at 1 in the morning. But it happens. I'm finally putting effort into developing some sort of relationship with my cousin, despite our lack of common interests. She's into dance, social justice, human rights, etc. I'm into science and the brain and how people think...I think. I'm not actually sure at this point what I want to do.

You know, relationships can be hard! But the hardest relationship is the one with someone who you're not entirely sure is there. Supposedly he's everywhere, but sometimes it feels like he's nowhere. Like he's left, gone on a business trip or something. Weird metaphor, I know, but that's not important. What is important is trying to figure out where I stand relative to the omniscient, omnipresent God that I'm trying to make an important part of my life. I don't even know! I've been told I'm his bride, his daughter, etc. But somehow it's really hard for me to believe that.

My mom, when I finally told her about this ongoing struggle of mine and how I didn't know how to interact with a God that I feel I've always been told to fear, told me that it's really hard to explain the difference between awe and fear to a small child. The words just aren't in their vocabulary. But even now, at eighteen, I still haven't figured out the difference. Sure, there are dictionary definitions, but how do those help?

fear:
1. a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
2. a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling
3. concern or anxiety; solicitude
4. reverential awe, especially toward God
5. something that causes feelings of dread or apprehension; something a person is afraid of

awe:
1. an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear, etc., produced by that which is grand, sublime, extremely powerful, or the like
2. Archaic. power to inspire fear or reverence
3. Obsolete. fear or dread
4. to inspire with awe
5. to influence or restrain by awe

You see! They're too connected to explain. But to me, awe is more like being inspired by someone/something; to look up to them, to use them as a role model. Fear is more to be afraid of them. I have a fear of falling, but I'm in awe of people who aren't afraid to stand up for what they believe (think MLK, Susan B. Anthony, Abraham Lincoln, etc.) Ignore the fact that they were all standing up for political beliefs, not religious ones, but still! No matter what you believe, if you are strong enough to stand up to ALL of the naysayers, even when there are more naysayers than believers, then I applaud you and, to some degree, I am in awe of your guts.

But really, how do you explain that to a five year old? They're still in awe of the world. Everything is new and inspiring to them. They don't understand yet. Try again in 15 years. Either they'll have figured it out by then, or they'll be able to understand better any metaphors or examples you might give.