Judging a book by its cover – a euphemism for judging something you do not yet know anything about. Is that wrong?
For me, no. I have over-active solar plexus and third eye chakras. I feel an impression of the moment, the situation, the person, yes even the book, in a flash.
Working as a psychic many many years ago, my first impressions became my guides. I knew when someone was playing “Stump the Psychic” with me and it gave me great pleasure, deep down in my nasty ego, to confuse them with the truth.
When I worked in the general public, at law firms all over the City of Detroit, I was a temp. I temped because I was also a university student, a wife and mother and I couldn’t commit to a law firm because I would not be able to take time off if a paper needed doing or if I needed to spend the day at the library. So I temped. I could tell the minute I got off the elevator into the firm, whether or not it was a “good” place or if I would only last until my first coffee break. Like the time I was sent to a trademark lawyer where I didn’t know the word-processing system and was told to type 200-page briefs by lunch. I lasted until break time ……….. but I knew it was wrong the minute I stepped off the elevator.
I’ve always been a “cut the bullshit” kind of person. I don’t do bullshit. Bullshit can come in many forms, like a neighbor who insists they are just too busy to come introduce themselves. Or a friend who remembers you only after the latest man in her bed has left. Or a friend who manages to make snide remarks about you, your family, whatever. This is bullshit.
I zone into a fellow human being quickly. I have what can be called a gut reaction. If I feel happy to be around that person, cool. If I don’t – I won’t – be around that person. There are emotional black holes out there and you must not allow them to vampirize your energy. Your energy is yours.
Judging a book, a person, a thing – doesn’t mean judging their worth or their import in any way. To me, it means judging whether or not I am going to accept them into my sphere of life – or not. My gut reaction has never been wrong – as I can witness by the many times I decided to ignore it.
Cover, no cover, get to the center of the situation and oh yes, cut the bullshit.