Miss df

I know it is wrong to judge people, at least if you don't know them or have too little information about them.

Who am I kidding, what I am really saying is that I LOVE to judge people based on how they look and by their profession. And I know that it is bad to do so, and I have some kind of guilty conscience for doing it.

Anyway, the people that work in this building, I would say, most of them are everything but ordinary. They lack many things, but what they have is some kind of high intelligence. This intelligence works in at least or usually in one area only, an area in which they are specialists.

I also suspect that if you are such a specialist, highly intelligent, but perhaps slightly socially handicapped, naturally you do not care much about appearance such as clothes, make up or hair, because caring about such things really give no other reward than to make you look better or feel better about yourself. And these people haven't yet thought of what looking good actually can do for you in this society...
Because, at least right now, at least in this building, they don't need to.

On Saturday night, in a very noisy, very un-intelligent, huge and horrible, but very popular bar, I suddenly see this guy, one of those that I have judged in a somewhat negative manner. He’s from the building, actually from the same corridor as I work in. And he is there in his regular clothes and hair and has friends with him that doesn't look like they work in this building. I am really amazed. Once again my sense of judgment was not to trust.

And I feel really bad for being superficial.

But today, I'm thinking, what if he had the same thought when he saw me in that bar.. After all, I work in this building too, and I am sure I am not objective enough to judge myself fair.

posted by: denimfairy at 09:40 | link | comments (1) |

At the end of this summer, when I came back from my two months in America, I was confused and exhausted.

It showed in a number of ways; I forgot my pin code to my mobile phone, I forgot the code to my bank account, I strangely lost my watch somewhere, and actually, worst of all, I couldn’t remember where I had hidden all my membership/credit/library/work pass cards and my keys to work.

I searched everywhere, I tried to remember, but I had to give up – that part of my memory was somehow strangely gone.

Luckily, new pin codes are easy to get and all the cards could be replaced by new ones, but the watch I still haven’t found.

Yesterday, when I opened one of the drawers in a cupboard, I noticed something very strange.
All the lost cards where there, in a small pile, the first thing I saw when I opened the drawer. I am sure I have opened that drawer a hundred times before, and I haven’t seen them!

Not that it matters much, as I have replaced them now, but it is strange how some things you thought were lost forever, can come back to you, when you at least expect them to.

posted by: denimfairy at 09:59 | link | comments (3) |