The man who thought he was a toad

It's an odd little thing to ponder, how prone we are to sell others short while we expect so much of ourselves. How we discontentedly, distractedly rifle through our inner world, aware of our constant psychological shifts and chronic identity crises. But how often do we truly recognize this process in another? Or is it more common of us to see them as innately immovable, unchanging objects, bumping along in the space around us? 

Sure, we may try to consciously give them the benefit of the doubt from time to time, but when we encounter them day to day do we not tend to lean upon our solidified, unchanging mental image of who they are? While we continue to make up our minds endlessly about ourselves, have we taken a shortcut in doing so with others? Seeing them as merely 3D images, approaching them as though they are the same person they were 7 years ago...

Perhaps it's a need for some region of mental stability, but it still seems rather unfair. Just as we know we are not always who we think we are, we must be prepared to see the same in others.