While scooping the cat’s litter box today, I had a revelation. (Yeah, I’m a writer, so the Muse speaks to me whenever She will.) Here it is:
It’s not fair to judge someone by how stinky their shit is because none of us have sweet-smelling shit.
This is a revelation because “shit” applies to more than just actual excrement. It means all the stuff we have dealt with and processed in our own way, yet there’s something left afterwards that has not yet been made into fertilizer or otherwise disposed of.
As we don’t know the way the other person’s internal process worked (and we likely don’t even know how our own internal process works), it makes no sense and is monumentally unfair to judge them for their shit’s stinkiness. They should clean it up if they can; we should help them clean it up if we can; but judgement should be reserved until we see how they behave.
Of course, if they stick their stinky butt in our face (literally or metaphorically), then judgment is going to be pretty hard to avoid.
Consider this a Sunday morning musing. Take it for what it’s worth.