Many of us spend life jumping from label to label trying to identify what makes us who we are. I'm a musician, an artist, an athlete, a budding tortured soul, or a loner, a goth, a nonconformist... Isn't it the rule though that as soon as the label gets comfortable we realise its not what we think we are at all. Perhaps it is just a part of being human that leads to the desire to categorize ourselves the way we so easily categorize our surroundings, like life is simply a nomadic tribe of nouns so that we look around and see car, apple, person, people...
Life is boring when we introduce ourselves with "Hi I'm ___, I'm __ years old, I live in ____" it just screams monotony. Who really cares about age and location when you meet someone for the first time, but yet we still conform to the social norms that dictate we must feign at least a fleeting interest, despite knowing as soon as the person walks away their name will slip from our minds and follow them, in time for us to hear the next barrage of useless facts from the person next in line to introduce themselves
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