Describe Yourself: Judge Me!

I had this pretty pink autograph which was signed by some of my grade school friends, I made each one of them signed my autograph book so that I’ll have a precious memory of how we were when we were in grade 6. I’m turning Senior few days from now, 4 years had gone by quickly-so quickly that I didn’t even see it coming.

I’ve written a couple of “Judge Mes” on some autograph books, and I wondered why I wrote “Judge me” instead of writing how I view my self- lively, pinkaholick, girly, and fun loving. I was afraid that those who’ll look at my page at the autograph will disagree- I was afraid of being judged.

Fast forward to junior year, it happened. It started long ago but I was fed up when it came all to me-all of them at one time. I don’t care who else called me a user, a flirt, a bitch. I just don’t care. I’m not asking for their opinion, anyway.

People change… not! People can change what they are but not who they are inside. Let’s face it. We all hate being judged, but admit it, we love judging other people even though we barely know them. Hindi ko alam if it’s part of human nature because few are intellectually high enough to understand well and respond well in every given situation,some are not lucky enough to have such.

Ang tao, pag pinakitaan mo ng mabuti,sasabihin plastic ka, pag pinakitaan mo ng hindi maganda, masama kang tao, period. Bakit ba laging ganun dapat ang thinking ng tao?I’ve become a victim of these judgmental people.

It’s easy kasi for them to tell na you’re a bitch/slut/flirt/user/blabber mouth or whatever they want to call you ‘cause they don’t know you. It’s rude,it’s completely rude. It’s not right to judge anyone by the way you see the person because there is so much that the eye can’t see.

No,I’m not saying this just for the sake of making patama to any one in general, I’ve forgiven those who judged me but as what I’ve said, forgetting is another thing. It’s not easy to forget what they did,what they’ve said about me,how bad they treated me, and how they made me feel.

I’m still bitter about this issue. 85% of the world’s population it already polluted with this kind of people- judgmental, narrow-minded, and awfully rude. Let’s be more transparent, Let’s aim to be the part of the remaining 15% and do the world a favor.

So what if people will start calling me a bitch, If being a bitch means being truthfully honest to myself, doing what pleases me without stepping on other people, standing up for what I believe in, and showing the world who I am really, then go ahead, call me a bitch and I won’t even care. I won’t care because this is me, Love it or loathe it-I don’t care. Love me for who I am, not for what I am. And one last thing; don’t ask me to change, neither ask me to change for YOU. Because if you can’t accept me in the first place, then you’re not worthy enough to have me by your side.

..and She prepared for the Party!