Judge, Jury and Whatever

Mother Teresa said many wise and wonderful things. One that stands out for my thoughts is “If you judge people, you have no time to love them” I find I am often judged.  I am perplexed as to why people around me feel like they not only are allowed, but are entitled to judge me.  In the end their judgements teach me about them.
These judgements teach me that they are really small people; who often think themselves bigger, better, and somehow more than I. The people who judge me think their personhood is somehow intrinsically of more value than mine.
The judgement comes from an ignorant place.  A willful ignorance of who I am, the struggles I have faced, my hurts, my isolations, and the great will it has taken for me to get every piece of ground I have gained.  I pity the littleness inside them that causes this fear and ignorance. Does it hurt me? Of course it does. It hurts me very bad that my intent is assumed as negative. That my passion is seen as aggression or overbearing. I get excited by the opportunity to exchange information and have an intelligent conversation that I am often seen as the “know it all”.  I am very clear that these judgement have to do with them. If they like me is about them.  I am good and well liked by others and they get me.
I cannot help how some see me.  I cannot help that I love, I love to laugh, or make those around me laugh, I fill myself full to bursting with the life around me.  I will be the first on the dance floor and probably the last to leave.  If I ask you how things are mean it. I am genuine.
It is out of our control how the world around us takes that. Do not allow the slings and arrows of the scared and  scarred make you like them.  Remember to fit into a dysfunctional system you must be as dysfunctional.  Do you want to be messed up enough to fit into the system that judged you for being who you are?