Can’t help to be a judge

Judges are all around. We are all one by the way. Well, people with bipolar disorders are rather two.
Imagine you see a boy that you like. Or a girl if you are a boy. Or maybe the former. Well imagine you see someone you like and that person is looking at you. Then your friend goes and talks to her, or him, and you are extremely mad at your friend, because it was so obvious that the other person was looking at you and not at your friend. So it is also obvious that you have all the right to be mad. Does your friend not realize that it was you, the one that was being looked at?
Your friend obviously, also obviously, does not understand that much. Doesn’t really get how come you are mad at him /her for going to flirt with that other person, it was soo obvious that (s)he was looking at him. Or her. And now (s)he is mad at you for being mad at him/her and for not seeing the obvious. (S)he was looking at him/her!

Well objectivity, the researcher’s goal, or claim, is something similar. Like you gather some facts and want those facts to prove something. But in the process of interpreting the facts (that girl was looking in that direction) one can chose which side of the coin to present. Just so that one gets head or tails according to what one wants to prove (was that girl looking at me or at you?). If the air goes in direction X sense Y force Z, then make sure you throw the coin up in the air at a good moment so that it falls the way you want it to fall.

Objectivity is like a common point, something which gives us hope, my best friend once told me. Like a green sign in the middle of the road telling us to go on, to keep on searching, or researching, or both. A green light that says that we can still run away from subjectivity, from the judge’s eyes, from the individual. From ourselves. Try not to be yourself, to refuse that you are what you are, to cry out loud that the truth is out there for you waiting to be discovered. And, if you get lost in the way, so much so that you lose yourself, your inherent I, the subjective one, in order to find out the truth, objectivity, you will have arrived at the final point of the way, name hope. By losing yourself.