We all do it. We sit back, take it in, and judge. Our conscience tells us it's not okay; it's not our place. Maybe we think about how we're not supposed to, and yet we do it anyway. We shake our heads, we gawk, we question. For some reason we are mesmerized by the one person whose very being causes us to think, if even for a minute, about them. What are they doing? What are they even thinking? And we judge.
So, who do you pass judgment on, really?
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