My cynicism was in regard to the book list for one of my classes. I found that, of the six books I was required to buy for the course, one was written by the professor himself and another was edited by him.
So my brain immediately goes here: "Must be nice to teach a class and require your students to buy your book. Puts a little extra cash in your pocket, I guess."
But why go negative automatically when I know absolutely nothing about this professor beyond his name?
Answer: My sin nature, I guess.
And how did I eventually become aware of my kneejerk negativity?
Answer: I started reading the book he wrote.
It's practical, relevant, and well-written. I like it. I will use it.
And all of a sudden, my brain did a 180: "Isn't it awesome that I get to study under the guy who wrote this book?"
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