Some people, like myself, often say that we have good discernment. We know how to read people pretty well and know when someone is, let’s say, being fake or pretentious vs. being real. I’ve always prided myself on this ability, getting a good judge of people pretty accurately. So I thought.
You ever get to know someone and realize you were very wrong about them? Or at least parts of them? You might have though X guy was an over-achiever or suck up. Then they turned out somewhat legit. Or you thought X girl was always afraid and not worth listening to. Then they say something courageous and insightful, and you think, wow, i shouldn’t have written them off.
After USAF Basic Training, being around 60 guys ages 18-27 all day every day and sleeping in the same room and showering and using the latrine all at the same time, for 2.5 months!… I’ve learned I’m not the hot-shit I thought I was. When it comes to judging people.
I remember in college I used to make snap judgments all the time, visually. Walking to class, judging people: Prep, Frat Boy, Slut, Over-Achiever, Gamer, Jock, Thespian, Comm-schooler, Hipster. It went on and on. I eventually stopped because I was wrong about many of them.
Now after BMT, I look people in the eye. I want to see what they are made of. Forget the pretense, where we’re from, what we claim we’re good at. The identities we make often cover up for whatever issues are on the interior that we’ve never dealt with. I had to deal with mine … judging others so I could feel better about myself.
Having your grades, your run times, your pushups, your swimming, and your religious preference all put up on the bulletin board in the hall for everyone to see… there was nothing to hide. I am Harrison, what you see is what you get. Let me pull the planks out of my own eyes. Maybe I can see you more clearly when I do that.