To judge the judging?

Today I am thinking about judging as I am the guest judge for one of my favourite photo pages on Facebook Amateur Digital Photography tonight.

I am looking through the wonderful images and having a really hard time to be honest and objective enough to choose the best ones because it is impossible.
Firstly, one cannot be objective. We are all subjective. Always. With all our values, cultural background, education, ethics, bias and everything else.
Secondly, everything depends on the mood of the day. Today maybe I am in the mood that I like X but do not like Y and tomorrow it can be via versa. It has to be really tricky with moody judges at the court who decides about people´s lives...
Finally, it seems wrong to judge at all. And then I started to think about all the different meanings of the word "judge" which seems to be much more tricky in English if one compares with Swedish "döma" and "värdera"= Latvian "spriest" and "vērtēt". It seems to be so easy to judge others as "värdera" and "vērtēt". Oh my god, look at her clothes/make-up/etc.! Is he crazy to say like that?!? At the same time when we have to judge in the other way ("döma"/"spriest") it is not simply at all. He/she is guilty. His/her picture is good enough. Enough???

So I am wondering why is it so easy to judge and have opinions about others when we should not care or have opinions and why it seems so hard to judge when we are supposed to do that?

Boring or in the stage of quality of life?

I have thought for a while about in which moment we get boring, do we get boring at all and what does it really mean.

It is Friday evening. I am at home with my family knowing that a part of my friends are sitting at cafes and planning to go to clubs. For a year ago I would have this Friday night´s anxiety - where to go, what to do... Now I am really enjoying to be at home, enjoying lovely May and June nights on our terrace with a glass of wine with my family or friends. For a year ago I enjoyed the early morning light coming home, now I enjoy it waking up (if I do it so early). I even think that it is not always so nice to go to a cafe for dinner because the price does not always match the quality. I think it is much nicer to make fantastic food at home for people I really like instead of being forced to enjoy my meal with the people that happens to be around. Am I old? Am I boring? Grown up? Or maybe just come to the stage that Swedes call "livskvalitet" - the quality of life?

To be or not to be afraid?

This morning I am thinking about fear. As I took my morning coffee and went on the terrace to enjoy it along with birds singing I poured it all over me as I thought that there was a mouse running close to me. There was no mouse I have to admit. But my fear for mice escalates in the speed of light. Sometimes I think that I should make use of it and maybe go to see some other planets as it feels like I can jump how high I want at those moments whenever I think there is a mouse nearby.

Psychologists use to say that we should get over our fears to make our life quality better. And maybe they are right. I have been trying to challenge and face my fears like hating driving to places I don´t know or the fear of hight but I don´t think that I will ever succeed in getting over my fear of mice. And at the same time I completely understand how ridiculous it is. Well, imagine, such a small, tiny creature. Quite cute after all. Yesterday when my cat had left another approval of his night adventures as he use to do after the first shock I actually felt sorry for the little mouse lying there. But whenever I have to face the situation the reaction is always the same.

So I wonder why do we have such fears that we understand are so silly? How many of them are we able to win? And do we really need to win all of them?