Two thoughts:
one. You are not as unique as you think you are. Somebody around you probably likes something you like; somebody around you has probably gone through what you’ve gone through.
Everyone around you has a secret that would surprise you if you knew.
two. People are not as different as you think they are. You have more in common with that stranger than you think.
Further:
It’s impossible to know a person’s life history just from glancing at them, and it’s impossible to know a person by judging just one—or a handful of—their actions. You have no idea where they’re coming from, where they are now, or where they’re going to be in the future. You have no idea what kind of person they are just from your brief interactions with them (or lack thereof).
Good people can do bad things, and people who have done bad things are not necessarily bad people.
From now on, I refuse to judge people.
See also: there’s no such thing as strangers
