Judge Not

I have to confess: I used to condemn people as complete idiots when I'd see them trudging through rain or snow in sandals. I'd think, aren't you competent enough to plan ahead? Are you seriously trading warm, dry feet for ease of slipping on your ratty flip flops? Is tying shoelaces just too much to ask?

But, yet again, Annie has been taught to stop judging.

It is raining today. Not the exciting dark, loud, thundercloud rain that stays just long enough to be interesting then moves on--this is the dreary, grey, drizzly rain that sticks around like a head cold. A hunched-shouldered, manic depressive rain-fog, who shuffles around in slippers and a bathrobe and never leaves the house. And guess what I'm wearing? Flip flops. Why? Aren't I competent enough to plan ahead?

The answer is simply this: my feet are too fat for my rain boots. That's right--too fat. I would probably put myself into labor should I attempt to push my tree-trunk ankles into those boots.

So as I went trudging through the wet grass this morning with my fully-exposed fat feet to get to the car, I thought I would refrain now on from juding the clothing choices of the people I see. Who knows, they may just have too-fat feet, too.