I have been thinking a lot lately about the people who mean the most to me and how I met them. Your family is a given, you were born and there they were. Your friends are another story.
I have to admit, I have judged people. I have also been completely wrong.
The girl who I was jealous of because she had a better relationship with my boyfriend than I did, ended up having a profound influence in my life. She helped shape me into the person I am today.
The couple who got married 6 months after meeting each other. They are still happily married 10 years later.
The young girl who I though was my friend’s ‘taste of the week’. Is now a good friend of mine and an Auntie to Tenesea.
I even judged Derek. He was SO not my type. He was a friend, nothing more. I didn’t like him ‘that way’.
I was so wrong!
Other people, It feels like we had an instant connection.
The punk rock DJ at The Bronx and Rebar.
The tall guy in the glow-in-the-dark Casper t-shirt.
The girls who sat at my Underdog bar and talked to me about everything and anything.
The pregnant girl eating onion ring dipped in soft serve.
The girl at the BBQ who listened intently about my ideas on reducing my baby’s carbon footprint that thought I was a hippy.
The girl who gets me in trouble every night as we can talk forever. I am constantly late getting T home for supper.
The girl I met at work that inspires me everyday.
Judging people and burning bridges never turns out well. I have seen this hurt people years later. When you least expect it, these broken relationships always comes back to bite you in the ass.
We just need to take people as they are and realize if we all thought and acted the same way, life would be really, really boring.