Judge Judge Judge away...

What makes someone strange?
Why do people have an innate knee-jerk reaction to judge all, and everything that passes through and/or enters their world- temporal or not? In one sense you may say it to be primal- a function built in to assure proper mating. A natural function of alpha mates alpha. The honey bee sticks with her kind, etc.
Look again at judgement, however, and see cracks unwittingly hidden by corruption of a very relative kind. Judgment used to identify object and man alike- harms more then it helps the process.
Take for instance a man walking down 5th ave. on a sunny weekday afternoon. He wears a coat, concocted by a previous assessment from a view he had out his corner office. One of men and women walking, bundled, in winter attire. This caused him to use his proper judgement-a hypothesis that lends credential to those people's own use of better judgement. When at street level he confirms that his was a good judgement and indirectly so was his fellow man- the process is complete. Perhaps thou, this man decided against the common idea of warmth. Lets say he decided to walk, without coat, without gloves and perhaps without shoes- then what?
The crowds which once guided him to warmth, now disown him, cast their own ideas of this man. Some would throw stones, others grow weary, still, a small group may flirt with the idea of prostrating their clothes and shoes, throwing them off, stride by stride, cold ice to meld with several, long, trusting, bare toes...
A non conformer, a man who dares to walk barefoot in a world where decree rules. That man is good. And thus the never ending cycle perpetuates.