
Over a family dinner this weekend, we gently laughed about the personal household foibles and imperfections that characterise us. Whether it is unfolded laundry, lazy bed-making or errant half-drunk tea cups left on a table, we learn to live with minor irritants and deal with them in a manner that we see fit. Passing comment in jest or ignoring the issue.
We are imperfect human beings.
The same applies living in a city of 8 million people in London where 80% of cyclists jump a red light daily without regard to the pedestrians crossing the road or leave “Lime” bikes blocking pavements, bus drivers pull out of bus stops rarely checking the passing traffic in their rear view mirrors. We listen to others venting their frustration with mild amusement and disinterest.
The same applies to comments seemingly successful people make about their own priorities. “I prefer travel and entertainment these days to spending time with my twentysomething kids”. For some mothers that is an egregious admission. However if you don’t fully understand their context, in most cases you won’t, beyond a close friend, store it in the “throwaway comments” folder, don’t judge the individual on that singular comment at that singular time and singular occasion. We all do, say or hear things that merely reaffirm that we are imperfect. Give them the benefit of doubt!






















