There’s a difference between not being judged and not reacting to what you do. For example, someone might not judge you for killing someone else, but they would probably still throw you in jail. Moral judgment is different from practical judgment.
I already do what I think is best for me, including doing things to help others or in consideration of others. It’s not because of how I think people will judge me, good or bad. It’s because I think it is the right thing to do, given all the considerations. People might judge me badly for some of the things I do, but that does not stop me. People might judge me well for some of the things I don’t do, but that doesn’t make me do them.
I think my behavior is little affected by how people judge me. Perhaps the major impact of other people’s judgments is the anxiety I feel about what I do and about not pleasing others. So it isn’t so much something I would do differently as that I would feel differently. I would not feel so anxious that others will not like me because of what I do. I would believe they would be more tolerant.
If no one would judge me? Hmm, people already judge me…so…maybe I wouldn’t change anything. But I might wear even crazier clothes, show of my “horse” laugh, and wear a book on my head everyday. I would also not worry about how I look anymore. (i.e. my weight, clothing, and my hair, which always looks good.)
I might be more open and forthcoming about my sexual fantasy perversions. Might not. Sharing them openly may not have the same effect as sharing and expressing them in only the most intimate of circumstance. Some ladies like the idea of having our dirty little secret together. If those were made more public, the attractiveness of exclusivity and mystery would be gone.
I would never wear pants again. Ever.
I would exercise in dresses. I would clean in dresses. I would have a closet full of dresses and skirts.
I would tell my friend to stop stalking her ex, screaming at her ex, throwing things at her ex. And I would tie her to the passenger seat of my car to make sure she stopped.
I would bring my pets with me everywhere.
I would eat my usual massive amounts of food in front of guys. (Apparently it’s off putting to see a 125 lb girl chow through soup, salad, multiple bread sticks, appetizers, her entree and yours, and dessert. My friends sure think so, but I don’t care what they think. I’m pretty sure they’re just jealous.)
I’d sing and sing and sing out loud. According to my mom, I sound like a screeching cat being strangled when I sing…
I’d also teach my classes while barefoot and allow the kids to be much more expressive and animated about their lessons. Unfortunately, the admin frowns on such things as kids enjoying their education too much.