What one of the most humiliating and humbling things is being completely wrong about someone.
When I first met one of my good friends at uni I didn’t like them much. I felt judged when they were asking me why I wasn’t going out on the town one Monday night. I came into the kitchen another morning to find they’d eaten my scotch pancakes at the 4am “afters” – I’d been woken up when they stumbled back in after a night out.
Not the best of starts to a friendship.
But this year I’ve had the chance to get to know them more. By being open and honest with them, I’ve found they’ve reciprocated the vulnerability. There is a mutual respect between us and I’m glad to call them one of my dear friends. They challenge me and make me think.
It has taught me once again to not be too quick in judging someone by their actions.
Is there someone in your life who you misjudged?