Judge Me

I've never been one for resolutions. Not in the strict sense, anyway. Last year, I decided to become vegetarian, and did...for 10 months or so. I suppose it's more of a Let's Try This Now than a resolution.

Whatever I choose, it's usually in the mind-improvement or socially-conscious category than any superficial "must lose 10 pounds by swimsuit season" type of bucket. Not that I fault those who want to lose 10 pounds, it's just not what I envision for my own personal satisfaction.

Before I babble on about irrelevant resolution-making, I'll get to the point. Today I created one of those Johari windows for myself, where colleagues and friends can select words that describe you. You can see where your perception of yourself and the way they see you overlap, or where they miss the mark altogether.

Knowledgeable. Witty. Those were the two most popular. I was pleased with intelligent and independent, confused by powerful, and almost offended by spontaneous.

But because I'm a very fair and balanced person, I had to give them all the opportunity to criticize me as well. Enter another Johari window, with negative terms. Childish? Unreliable? Foolish? How dare they? Vulgar, yes. Insensitive, at times. Overdramatic, well, yes, I suppose.

Seems I have resolutions to make after all.