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Labels
Funny thing these labels. I don't really know how I feel about them. On one hand, I hate them because they limit whatever it is that is being labeled. The label hinders growth because it has been defined as whatever it is. On the other hand, labeling something pretty much alleviates the issue of confusion and vagueness.
We've all been labeled some way, some how. We've been defined, structured and rendered as one thing (or the other). Let me elaborate...
There's always a label defining a generation. There's the baby boomers, the gen Xrs, Generation Y, New age and so on. I don't know what generation I'm supposed to be in. Maybe I'm part of the starbucks generation. I'm a venti white chocolate mocha, no whipped cream, half non-fat, half soy with hazelnut syrup and chocolate drizzle kind of a generation member. I digress... the fact is, whatever generation label I may have, it has defined me. It has preceded everything else about me. I've been labeled and I've been limited. Why can't I be a Gen Xr, half New Age, part baby boomer with a sprinkle of Gen Y? I think Starbucks is on to something here...
Then, there are times that I crave for a label. I want a label to define something so I won't have to assume or take something for granted. I want a label on this quasi-relationship, I want a label on this task, I want a label for what I'm doing, you know? I want to label something or someone, so I won't have to walk on eggshells or worry about offending the other party. It's easier said than done, believe me. You can label a "relationship" as a "friendship" but you can be labeled as a "cold-hearted frigid bitch" within that "relationship" that you're having because your "friend" is in love with you and all you can offer is your "friendship". Then you realize that labels do suck eggs, badly.
I don't want to be labeled. I always want that surprise factor to be trump card. I want to knock people off their seats with their faces agape.
Label me, if you must. You know I've got one for you too...hehehe *insert evil cackle here*
*Special shout out to Mr. Shane White! Thanks for reading, man. Now, if you'd only leave a comment every now and then...heheheh*
We've all been labeled some way, some how. We've been defined, structured and rendered as one thing (or the other). Let me elaborate...
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There's always a label defining a generation. There's the baby boomers, the gen Xrs, Generation Y, New age and so on. I don't know what generation I'm supposed to be in. Maybe I'm part of the starbucks generation. I'm a venti white chocolate mocha, no whipped cream, half non-fat, half soy with hazelnut syrup and chocolate drizzle kind of a generation member. I digress... the fact is, whatever generation label I may have, it has defined me. It has preceded everything else about me. I've been labeled and I've been limited. Why can't I be a Gen Xr, half New Age, part baby boomer with a sprinkle of Gen Y? I think Starbucks is on to something here...
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Then, there are times that I crave for a label. I want a label to define something so I won't have to assume or take something for granted. I want a label on this quasi-relationship, I want a label on this task, I want a label for what I'm doing, you know? I want to label something or someone, so I won't have to walk on eggshells or worry about offending the other party. It's easier said than done, believe me. You can label a "relationship" as a "friendship" but you can be labeled as a "cold-hearted frigid bitch" within that "relationship" that you're having because your "friend" is in love with you and all you can offer is your "friendship". Then you realize that labels do suck eggs, badly.
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I don't want to be labeled. I always want that surprise factor to be trump card. I want to knock people off their seats with their faces agape.
Label me, if you must. You know I've got one for you too...hehehe *insert evil cackle here*
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*Special shout out to Mr. Shane White! Thanks for reading, man. Now, if you'd only leave a comment every now and then...heheheh*
