I've decided there must be something about me (my affinity for squinting? The color of my nails? The cut of my jib?) that gives people the impression that I rain judgment down on them like a post-apocalyptic god. On the contrary, I never make specific or unalterable judgments about people, and I can count on one hand the number of times I've even been seriously disappointed in someone. To count the occasions I've been accused of or insinuated to be judging others, however, would probably require the collective phalanges of the San Francisco 49ers. As most of these instances are either alcohol related or induced, I can passably write off a good portion of them, but regardless, it gets a little wearing.
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