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People have so much time to judge you anyhow
because they don’t have their life guys!! — Maybe
A girl sat by her window, the world outside blurring as she lost herself in her thoughts. The soft wind whisper of the evening, with the golden hues of the sun sinking low, contrasted with the storm inside her mind. Her coffee had gone cold, but she didn’t mind.
Why do people think they have the right to judge me?
She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just herself genuine, friendly, and open. She loved meeting new people, laughing, connecting. That was the way she had always been, and that was how she would always be. But for some reason, her openness seemed to unsettle others.
“Too friendly,” they whispered like it was something to be ashamed of.
Who made them the authority on who she was supposed to be? Did they get some universal permission slip to dictate how she should live her life?
She chuckled, shaking her head.
She didn’t owe anyone an explanation. She didn’t need their validation. It wasn’t her fault they had nothing better to do than judge her. What did they really know about her life, her struggles, her dreams? She was just trying to live, to be kind, and to love without fear.