Prejudiced judgement

Today I was introduced to a blog of one of my colleagues. I spent a good 3 hours (into the wee morning) browsing almost every post he had put up. It was a rather strange experience and at the same time, the more I read about him and his interests, the more I thought I understood myself.

No, he was very different from me. He was not even one of the closer colleagues I normally have lunch with. And from what little I had known of him, I had formed certain opinions. So the obsession into reading his blog partly stem from, well, the obsession to know if I'm right all along and partly from a nagging thought I may jolly well be wrong in my assumptions all these while.

I have always pride myself being a good judge of character. I can instinctively detect a lie, sniff out hypocrisy like a hound and defnitely, I can sight invisible daggers. Similarly, I know who my friends are, feel genuine care and concern from people and appreciate little kindness extended to me.

After reading the ton of posts spanning almost 2 years, I came to a realisation that I am quick to judge and my judgement is marred by my own insecurities as well as some imaginations. This is perhaps what I would call biasness and even prejudiced judgement. Perhaps I had been wrong about my judgement of this person after all. And I thought this is a truly humbling experience and I resolved not be so quick to judge.

Then the cynic in me comes up, perhaps the blogs were written in that particular way because they were meant to impress and meant for public reading.

Whatever the case, I doubt giving people more benefit of doubt is going to hurt me much and that's what I shall do.