What surprises me sometimes is that people expect me to judge so much harder than I really do. They think that my judging weighs heavier than how much I love them and want them to be happy. I’ve had people genuinely be surprised when I helped them find comfort in their beliefs, in their faith. People who thought I would laugh, because X religion isn’t mine and I’m a self-proclaimed agnost.
But seriously, if it gives them love and support and happiness, who am I to judge then?
It surprises me that it surprises them. And to be honest, it stings a little. Don’t they know that there is so much love?