Window Judgment

One wall of my living room consists of floor to ceiling 13 foot windows.  Most of the time, the windows coverings are fully retracted, leaving the windows wide open for a full and beautiful city view.

I find that this window wall, full of city beauty, also vexes me.  It makes me self-conscious.  Such as this evening, when my Friday night is filled with my couch and Sex & The City re-runs or other more questionable reality-based television show choices.

I imagine people from buildings across the way judging my lack of sociability, viewing choices, what I am eating, and laziness on a Friday night in a vibrant city.  I know its a ridiculous thought, but I am not above brashly making judgments about individuals I do not know.  Like the perplexing choices the guy across the way makes when doing naked yoga by candlelight.  Even if my neighbors might be nice people (read better than I), I am certain the people outside of the club are passing drunken judgement while smugly smoking their cigarettes.

Yet, these constant and nagging concerns over my window wall have yet to motivate me to draw the shades...