As I sit here in judgment, I get a little ego boost by putting you down.
As I sit here in judgment, the “facts” conform to a story I’ve already scripted.
As I sit here in judgment, the walls come up, preventing true human connection.
As I sit here in judgment, you’re more object than person. Something to be labeled, rather than seen and felt.
As I sit here in judgment, what’s different is automatically wrong–and fear becomes my blanket.
As I sit here in judgment, I become stuck while others are out there doing the work.
It’s easy to be the critic. It’s pretty hard to get hurt sitting in the stands watching the game. And what’s simpler than feeling better about ourselves by shining a harsh light on all the idiots, charlatans and zealots we’re forced to deal with every day?
There is a time and place for critical thinking, for pushing back and calling out, for standing up for what’s right and just.
But if you are anything like me, more often than not, it’s pure self-righteousness at work, not the pursuit of some higher calling or purpose.