How to make self-judging fun

In response to an email about judging oneself harshly for judging oneself; The part of you that judges is the part of the brain devoted to making sure you can fit into this culture.  If you think about it, every judgment you have comes from somebody else. I notice that I have no  judgments about purple spotted kitterwogs, for example, because I have never heard anyone talk about  them. If one could imagine our culture as a field of thoughts and beliefs, then judgments could be seen  as floating around that field. As we grow up we tune into the field and are programmed by repetition.  Nothing about judgments are personal. When I meditate I watch the judgment thoughts as they float  through, I can really feel how they are not personal to me. I see myself as merely the receptacle for  the culture’s field. I can’t help my judgments anymore than I can help what the current fashions are or  the kind of city I live in It has all been decided for me. As I watch me make judgments, I notice that there are two me’s watching. One ‘me’ is a continuance of  the cultured mind. That me is judgmental of my judgments because in this culture we are fond of making  people feel guilty for the very things they have been taught. The other ‘me’ is strictly an observer. She has no judgment. She seems to look on with what I would call compassionate interest. She is actually  more of a Me than me. When I look through her eyes, I see “my” thoughts as not “my” thoughts.  I see the judging self as just a wonderful example of this culture, but I also experience myself as  more than this judging self. I experience myself as this loving watcher as well. Now I notice that judgments still pass through me. I still judge the driver in front of me, the authority  figure blocking me, my ability to stay on a diet, and so on. And then I notice that I judge my judging.  And then I notice that everything I just thought was taught to me by somebody and is not personal to me. I suspect that you know all of this already, but your description of judgment inspired me to remember  about the impersonal nature of our thoughts. We think our thoughts are ours, but they are not.  I think that is very cool. From this perspective, it’s even possible to have fun with thoughts  and beliefs like judgments. There’s something about seeing this culture stamped inside of me  that is funny. I have this whole thing about aging right now. It’s so interesting to watch these  taught beliefs about my attractiveness and vitality seeping away. If I were in another culture,  I might look forward to aging as a time of great status. Now I fear it for loss of status.  My mind is just playing out this culture’s meme about aging and  here’s the kicker - there’s nothing my mind can do about it.