Trying Not to Judge

This paper is based on personal prejudice. It was written for my Intro. to Social Work class taught by Jim Bone at Salt Lake Community College, Fall term of 2008.


Trying Not to Judge

I like to think that I’m not prejudiced towards anyone, but unfortunately that isn’t the case. I judge most people before ever speaking to them. After only a glimpse I’ve usually made up my mind about who you are and who you think I am. However, I understand that my opinion is likely to be wrong and I am open to giving people the benefit of the doubt; things are rarely permanent with me.

I find myself being mostly prejudiced towards scene kids; those lovely folks who have turned the term ‘Indie’ into some kind of obnoxious trend. I try really hard not to, but sometimes I just can’t help myself. They think that because I look like them that they know everything about me. They assume that I shop at the same stores, listen to the same music, and do all the same things as them; well, I don’t. I stopped going to concerts when I was seventeen because I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore.

I also tend to be a little prejudiced toward cowboys and the like. I grew up in a little hick town and had some pretty awful experiences there. Pretty much everyone who contributed to my life feeling unbearable was a cowboy. I feel sick to my stomach when I see them sometimes, and listening to them talk drives me crazy. Nearly every hick I’ve ever been associated with is a complete and utter moron, and every moron I meet reminds me of my brother, who is basically the Moron King.

I think my most of my actual prejudice is anxiety related. I have horrible anxiety and many groups of people make me anxious. I think sometimes it’s easier to feel angry at other people than it is to feel angry at ourselves.

This paper makes me sound like a total bitch.