Poor Judgement Synonym Novels & Stories

As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Almond and the other girls. "What should I do?" He heaved a sigh. "I don't think these words are enough to describe the other girls. What about? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahh! What about..." Before he uttered his last words, the smile on his face disappeared, "BRAINLESS?" He uttered in cold tone while poring at Freesia and the other women.

she asked, her voice taking on a sharp, almost aggressive edge, "would a poor, impoverished person like yourself think you deserve to sit in a classy place like that?" The words landed like a slap. Poor, impoverished person. She saw me, and she judged me, not on my intentions, but on my appearance, my perceived status. The familiar sting of being looked down upon, of being deemed unworthy, washed over me. It was the same condescension I’d faced from Donald’s associates, amplified by a cold, unfeeling judgment.

He said it like it was a dirty word. “He’s a good person,” I insisted, hearing the pathetic desperation in my own voice. “He wouldn’t…” “Good people make poor judgments every day, Miss Hart,” Higgins said, her voice dripping with condescension. “His judgments were clearly appalling. And yours, I’m afraid, were equally lacking.” The tears were right there, burning behind my eyes. I blinked hard, refusing to let them fall. Crying would just make me look like the helpless little girl they already thought I was.

Reading a person? “So, you deemed me a good person at first sight?” Joshua was shocked. Was there such an intuitive person? “Yes, I did. Which is why I don’t really bother dealing with you. If you have experienced everything I had, your judgement about someone will be eerily accurate, possibly even more so than mine . Judging people is based on senses, but you don’t have a good sense. Men have a lot on their minds, but well, you can barely pass as a good person.” Locsin started to drive.

The man turned to stare at a plate of steak with a thin smile that looked trivial. "This cheap food doesn't deserve to enter my stomach." Even saying good things in the form of praise seems very difficult for Adyatama. Fisher chuckled lightly. She still took it casually. "But you seem to have enjoyed it, Dad. If you can't even be honest about the food taste, I'm sure you can't judge anything right either." "W-what did you say?!" "Sorry, but you must improve how you judge things first. Even though I come from poor people, that doesn't mean I'm evil."

I had kept it intact on purpose, like a lamp kept burning for a reason you've stopped letting yourself examine. The man who crossed the hall toward me had that face. But whatever had always lived behind it — the part I had kept the lamp burning for — was gone. "Get up, Vera." His voice was flat. "Today is your judgment day." Two Black Guard rushed forward without hesitation. They grabbed my arms and hauled me to the platform. "I'm sick—" I started. "Sick." He cut me off. "You're sick because ten years of guilt has been eating you alive."

"Not good metrics. Not projections or financial models or evidence of prior success. Good judgment." "How do you assess good judgment?" He looked at me. "The same way your father did," he said. "You look at what someone loves and whether their love is correct. Whether they have identified something real to believe in." A pause. "Your father looked at you loving me and decided that was sufficient evidence. He didn't need to know me. He needed to know that you had seen something worth seeing." He held my gaze. "That's the criterion. Have they seen something worth seeing."

First impressions are often entirely wrong. People easily make judgments based on what they can see and often jump to conclusions without considering the whole picture. It is easy to form an opinion about someone, especially if you convince yourself of it or others make you believe it. I have always been used on how people look at the harder edge of me, that I am mean, selfish and conceited spoiled brat. I don't usually care for what people think of me. The less I care, the less I hurt. I have trusted people but ended up being deceived and betrayed. In this cruel world I have learned not to trust easily. Some are skilled in disguising and experts in making people believe in their good

"And apart from her low pedigree, if that woman can't be trusted in your absence, what makes you think she is worth such a sacrifice?" "Who are you to judge her? You are no better than her in that regard. In fact, my own mother is no better than her." "Don't you dare compare your mother with her, young man! For Christ's sakes!" The lord berated, "They are entirely different. If today you discard her somewhere else with a decent money, she will still open her legs for you whenever you want, till she finds another who can give her better." "Take it back, damn you! You're insulting the woman I love."

“Is that judgment I sense, Liv?” “No. No judgment at all,” she replied quickly, though the grin on her face said otherwise. She turned back to the counter, grabbing the bowl of carrots with an exaggerated focus. “I’m just saying... you’re very practiced at things like that. The wayward things, I guess.” “The wayward things?” Derek repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a dare. He moved a step closer, invading her personal space just enough to make the air vibrate. “Do I even want to know what you mean by that?”