“Today could be the day I’m mistaken for somebody important.”
I’m increasingly realising that I’m a walking lesson to others about just how ridiculous it is to judge people by their appearances. (And yes, this is something I’ve written about before.)
By any account, I’m a large man, and when you add a mohawk, tattoos, and a large beard, clearly for some people I end up being somewhat intimidating.
The reality couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m a pacifist and I honestly can’t remember the last time I might have thrown a punch.
Yet, if a random stranger is going to ask me a question, there’s at least a 90% chance that it’ll be one of the following:
- Are you a bikie?
- Do you hang out with bikies?
- What bikie gang are you a member of?
Quite frankly, it gets tiresome, but the simple fact of the matter is – it’s not my problem. It’s their problem. Or to be more specific, it’s our problem.
It’s too easy to judge by appearances, and I’ve been known to do it myself in the past. These days, I try not to – precisely because I’ve grown to understand just how ill-conceived and unpleasant it is. I’m not perfect at it, but every time I do it, I end up feeling pretty guilty about it.
It’s easy to remember the saying “beauty is skin deep”, but that’s just merely a subset of the bigger picture – “don’t judge a book by its cover”.
We’re all books. We all have a real story beneath the surface, and we get along best when we acknowledge that, and not worry so much about surface appearances.