Ufuoma Apoki's Blog - Posts Tagged "judging"
What if He wasn't You?
He takes that look at you—an inspective look.
It’s unassuming and spontaneous, sometimes, laced with a lot of prejudices, he must confess.
It’s hard and long, other times, bordering into discomfort and breach of personal space. How did we adopt such social norms, he wonders? That even a stare can be considered a harsh invasion of privacy? $It’s that apprehension that he might not appreciate your beauty if he stares long enough to break through your facade. It’s that reluctance to give him the chance of being too critical when he catches a glimpse of the darkness beneath all that beauty you wear$
Those times when he looks long and hard, his skill set of intuition kicks in immediately and, with a few deductive analyses, he passes judgment!
Like or unlike; wild or conservative; haughty or humble; open-minded or walled off to differing perceptions; uplifting virtues or limiting vices. Unconsciously (or fully aware, perhaps) he fights or chooses to blend into you.
Is it all necessary, he wonders? Fighting—as a reflex that shows an inherent need for self-preservation—or blending—that fulfils the inborn hunger to merge with kindred spirits.
Different doesn’t always have to be hostile; it could be complementary and beautiful, if you think of the yin yang art. Resemblance doesn’t always fit; it has the potential to numb the spice.
So what if you’re different or similar, anyway? He could use both if he’s really sincere with himself and as long as you promise your souls are endeared, one to another. Different could be harmonious, so also, resemblance.
However, he wouldn’t fail to make deductions and pass judgments when he looks at you again. He’s human, after all. In a slightly cheesy, but fair defence, it is to understand how to play better with your soul. And he’s sure you’ve found out it isn’t always a beautiful and fair game.
Ufuoma Apoki
It’s unassuming and spontaneous, sometimes, laced with a lot of prejudices, he must confess.
It’s hard and long, other times, bordering into discomfort and breach of personal space. How did we adopt such social norms, he wonders? That even a stare can be considered a harsh invasion of privacy? $It’s that apprehension that he might not appreciate your beauty if he stares long enough to break through your facade. It’s that reluctance to give him the chance of being too critical when he catches a glimpse of the darkness beneath all that beauty you wear$
Those times when he looks long and hard, his skill set of intuition kicks in immediately and, with a few deductive analyses, he passes judgment!
Like or unlike; wild or conservative; haughty or humble; open-minded or walled off to differing perceptions; uplifting virtues or limiting vices. Unconsciously (or fully aware, perhaps) he fights or chooses to blend into you.
Is it all necessary, he wonders? Fighting—as a reflex that shows an inherent need for self-preservation—or blending—that fulfils the inborn hunger to merge with kindred spirits.
Different doesn’t always have to be hostile; it could be complementary and beautiful, if you think of the yin yang art. Resemblance doesn’t always fit; it has the potential to numb the spice.
So what if you’re different or similar, anyway? He could use both if he’s really sincere with himself and as long as you promise your souls are endeared, one to another. Different could be harmonious, so also, resemblance.
However, he wouldn’t fail to make deductions and pass judgments when he looks at you again. He’s human, after all. In a slightly cheesy, but fair defence, it is to understand how to play better with your soul. And he’s sure you’ve found out it isn’t always a beautiful and fair game.
Ufuoma Apoki
