From a young age I was taught that judging others was wrong. I was either braced against a desk in elementary or squirming in a bright orange chair in Sunday School. I was told that it wasn't nice. I was instructed to put myself in the shoes of others. In convincing me that passing judgment was wrong, a subtle notion was constructed, the thought that judging is something I shouldn't do, despite how fun it can be.
But, those worries became pointless as that first dose of Adderall slid down my throat and began dispersing into my blood.