Seeing their perspective
I passed by Big City, an upscale bar hangout in South Florida, and heard an unusually loud, noisy band playing some foreign music. It may have been Israeli. People were singing along off key, dancing awkwardly, and laughing unattractively. Later, after reacting negatively to the scene, I was enveloped with a fresh understanding. They were having a good time, letting off steam in a way they knew how to do.
When young I learned not to judge people. Then, when that didn’t work, I developed my own code of behavior and judged others who I believed deviated. Still later I returned to holding back judgment. Life is to be lived, and silliness and klutziness are ok, as long as you don’t fall off of a cliff. It’s good to experience life in all its aspects without an overall agenda editing you actions. For a moment I stood in their shoes and saw things from their perspective.