Being judgmental just never serves me well.
I was thinking the other day about my first impressions; they seem, oftentimes, to be wildly inaccurate. When I think of the people I love most in the world, I realize that I thought most of them were kind of weird when I first met them. The first time I talked to my now best friend, many years ago, I was really annoyed with how she wouldn't leave me alone; I was just trying to get my third grade homework done, and she wouldn't stop babbling to me about all the boys in her class. Years later, I began to love her, and we spent hours together talking, mostly about boys. I'm glad, at age 18, we're finally growing out of our boy craziness (though of course not yet entirely), but I'm gladder still that we grow continually closer.
In another instance, I first met one of my eighth grade younger brother's friends a year or two ago. He struck me as an annoying, obnoxious little kid. He was that weird little person I drove home from basketball practice that one time. And then, quite recently, I began, a little bit, to actually know him. He's one of the sweetest kids I've ever met--the kind of kid that makes my heart melt, the kind of kid that gives me hope that I may actually like kids.
My point is, there's no use in form an opinion of someone that you haven't discovered much about. Humans are complex; there is no way of knowing them at first glance. There's no telling when a person you've never cared about could suddenly become an important figure in your life. There's just no way of looking at someone and knowing just how much they might come to mean to you.
Life is a surprise this way, which makes it all the more enjoyable.
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