Daily writing prompt
Are you a good judge of character?

Again and again, I read these prompts and shake my head:
Are you a good judge of character?

I’m not entirely sure what that means to most people.
It seems to assume that we meet another
and almost immediately sum them up—
as if character were something visible at a glance,
a feature to be assessed and filed away.

I would hate someone doing that to me,
though I’m sure it happens all the time.

I’m not easy to know.
I don’t even fully know myself.
I’m regularly surprised by what arises in me—
thoughts and responses that fall well outside
the tidy boundaries of who I imagine myself to be.

So no, I don’t believe it’s fair to judge another
on first encounter.
What I do instead is observe.
I notice physical cues.
I listen for tone, for what hums beneath the words.
I register the background noise of a person’s life.

All the while, I’m gathering fragments—
not conclusions, but pieces of a picture
that slowly forms in the mind.
A kind of puzzle I may feel drawn to,
or not.

To take those fragments and force them
into a neat summary feels both unfair
and unrealistic.

It takes time to begin to know another.
Don’t we all reveal ourselves gradually,
as questions provoke answers
and situations demand responses?

Over time, people change.
Each day presents us with innumerable choices.
If life feels like moving through thick woods—
as it often does now—
there are countless crossroads and pivots,
moments when we choose this way or that.

I know I’ve ended up far from paths
I once felt certain I was on.
Because of this, I remain a student—
trusting that others, too, are making
and remaking themselves
over the course of years.

Seen this way, it’s something of a miracle
if two people meet again on the same road
months—or years—after a first encounter.

So yes, in the end, I suppose I am
a good judge of character—
but only because I allow character
to form, dissolve, and form again over time.

Sometimes the relationship holds.
Other times it fades away.
Choice and change are the constants we’re given,
and paying attention—without rushing to verdict—
may be the truest measure of judgment there is.

King Kamehameha butterfly ~ bj 2012