Did I push away my Christian friends or did they push me away, or was it all within the natural progression of things? Did we drift apart because I began spending so much time with Brendan, or did I deliberately avoid them for fear of judgment? And if the second is the case, wasn't it judgmental of me to assume they would judge me? And is it right that there is such a negative connotation to the word "judgment"? Yes, yes there is. Unless one's profession is judge, one needn't judge. One could discern, determine, calculate, comprehend, recognize, observe, notice, be on the wary, understand, all without judging. It wasn't all me. Some judged and found me guilty.