Everybody's Judging for the Weekend

Here are a few short entries!


I’m Judging You: Truck in front of me on the way into work

Not only were you the size of a small U-Haul truck, preventing me from seeing anything ahead of you, but your brake lights were also out. As much fun as it was to almost crash into you as you slowly stopped for the traffic that I couldn’t see, it’s even more fun to not have a heart attack in the morning.

I’m Judging You: You say “lol” in person

That’s fun for no one, and it makes you less of a real person. Just stop.

I’m Judging You: Passive-aggressive people. On Facebook.

Newsflash! Middle school takes place from about fifth grade to seventh grade. If you have a problem with someone, posting it as a cryptic status update on a public forum does absolutely nothing. Actually, that’s a lie, it does do SOMETHING. It gives me another reason to delete you. (And no, this segment is not geared at anyone in particular, though I do appreciate the irony of a passive aggressive blog post about passive aggressiveness)

I’m Judging You: You’re at the club but you won’t dance

Standing off to the side at a club and watching/judging everyone else there is fun, and we all do it. But, if you’re at a club for more than, say, an hour, and all you do is lean against the wall watching people who are dancing and maybe eyeing them creepily, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and leave. I may be on the dance floor acting a fool, but I still see you, and my spectacular dance moves do nothing to impair my judging skills.

I’m Judging You: Guys who feel they need a reason to wear pink

You don’t.

Happy Friday!