The antidote-humble pie

​Criticism and judgment live with me like an annoying roommate.
I don’t like how he always wears jeans that aren’t quite long enough.
She talks too much. He displayed his ignorance.
They make questionable parenting decisions.
My mind slowly winds tighter into a ball of simmering anger and callous rejection.
Is it fortunate or not that this compulsion is heavier with strangers? Hmmm. All who are no longer strangers had to be filtered through my criticism.
And where does this leave my opinion of myself? Falsely elevated. And I am painfully aware of the lie I’ve chosen to believe. The lie that if everyone thought and acted more like me that they’d be better off, I’d be better off, the world would be…
The antidote? I’m sure I don’t know. But it probably includes a serving of humble pie.
Reality – The one commodity most precious, constantly available, and yet the one of which we are most poor.