The Story We Tell Ourselves About Other People

Someone at a community event recently was banging on about a homeless bloke who sits near the servo. Anti-social behaviour, they said. Bringing the area down. You could hear the judgement sitting right on top of every word. I nodded along for a second before I caught myself. Because I don't know that man's day. Nobody in that conversation did. We don't know what happened to him, what he's carrying, what got him there. We just built a whole story off one glance and decided we were right about...