I don't like to judge people. Well, maybe I do. It's not so much that I enjoy it as it just comes natural.
I'll admit that it's not nice. But neither is smoking next to a building's entrance and people are still doing that.
So. I judge. I judge people who smoke cigarettes near building entrances, because I hate getting the smell of smoke in my hair.
I also judge people who go out of their way to be rude to strangers.
The hardest judging I do, is against women who wear chipped nail polish. There. I said it.
I believe, when it comes to nail polish, it's all or nothing. You're either freshly manicured or you're not. If you're beginning to chip or lose the fresh look, remove it. It's that simple. It's the only way I roll. If you're checking me in at the doctor's office or handing me change at the coffee shop, I will look at your nails and I will judge. So, clean them up.
There's a good chance that I may be punished in the after-life for this un-Christian like behavior, but I'm willing to take the chance.