Thoughts of my bedroom

People’s lives are separate and we never truly know what's going on with them. Half the struggles they encounter. We may have an idea, but we will never be able to fully gratify them or experience them the same way. Everyday people walk on the street and we have no idea where they're walking to or who they're talking on the phone too. However, people are so quick to judge others despite the fact that we don't really know anything about anyone. You don't judge a random stranger you see on the street just because they’re talking on the phone but you're so quick to judge me at school just because I look a certain way, talk a certain way. I'm guilty of that myself too. Why do we know so much about hate but not enough about love, and why is your first instinct always to judge. I'm sure there's some scientific research behind it but I guess I can't really comprehend why I'm like that, or anyone is. Maybe it's easier than to just think negatively about someone as a defense mechanism, or maybe everyone is born evil rather than good at heart. Wouldn’t that shock enlightenment philosphers.