Same generation as you. Labels are not needed, and I am so entirely out of touch with all the language surrounding it. I really don’t care to follow it either. Look, if one feels better checking a box and defining all aspects of themselves, fine. I guess I am in my “get off my lawn” era. Lol.
😂 oh the long label I could come up for myself with if I followed today’s trends. It would be a parody of myself, and I would essentially put myself in this box. Why have boundaries at all? Just be you.
Best not to follow! And I do think the reason I tend to dislike labels so much is that they seem to stunt the constant, moment-by-moment evolution of the soul.
I think I am more put together today in my 40’s than ever before. I care less and less about the outside world and how I present myself. My inner work and intuitive work I am doing is waaayy more important. And you can bet your life savings that our elders and ancestors would not care about all this either.
Nope. Ya don't. And yasssss those three creep me out! I try labels on, too, and some feel itchy or constrictive so I drop or tweak as inspired. Other days I shun all labels and thrust my fist in the air along with my Gen-X devil horns saying, "You can't label me, yo!" Then, just to be contrary in a most Gen-X fashion, a label finds me and it feels like the most heavenly, custom-fitted shoes after a lifetime of going barefoot but never having had the luxury of developing enough calluses on my feet to run marathons barefoot. Another feels like a fuzzy fleece hoodie and thermal gloves after growing up in Minnesota with an unlined leather jacket that might look super cool but sucked for keeping me warm. And then I randomly-yet-methodically move to the tropics and have to start trying on bikinis and sarongs. Somedays I just lounge around nekkid with my only accessory the umbrella in my drink. On those days I lie on my beloved fleece hoodie to keep the sand out of my crack. Friggin' labels, man. Friggin' masks and the faces beneath them.
Hello Alexx! Been a minute. I love that description of the labels. It’s a tour through the closet, hmmm …. Who am I today? I know! A random yet expertly mismatched set of patterns and textures that only I love together. And it looks fabulous and fits no pre-determined check boxes.
Heeeeey!!! It has been a minute. 😍 "...fabulous...that only I love together." Ain't that the truth! Hahahaha!!! Here's to clinking "cheers" with friends on the beach. Or around the fireplace.
Same generation as you. Labels are not needed, and I am so entirely out of touch with all the language surrounding it. I really don’t care to follow it either. Look, if one feels better checking a box and defining all aspects of themselves, fine. I guess I am in my “get off my lawn” era. Lol.
😂 oh the long label I could come up for myself with if I followed today’s trends. It would be a parody of myself, and I would essentially put myself in this box. Why have boundaries at all? Just be you.
Best not to follow! And I do think the reason I tend to dislike labels so much is that they seem to stunt the constant, moment-by-moment evolution of the soul.
I think I am more put together today in my 40’s than ever before. I care less and less about the outside world and how I present myself. My inner work and intuitive work I am doing is waaayy more important. And you can bet your life savings that our elders and ancestors would not care about all this either.
The wisest among them, at any rate.
Nope. Ya don't. And yasssss those three creep me out! I try labels on, too, and some feel itchy or constrictive so I drop or tweak as inspired. Other days I shun all labels and thrust my fist in the air along with my Gen-X devil horns saying, "You can't label me, yo!" Then, just to be contrary in a most Gen-X fashion, a label finds me and it feels like the most heavenly, custom-fitted shoes after a lifetime of going barefoot but never having had the luxury of developing enough calluses on my feet to run marathons barefoot. Another feels like a fuzzy fleece hoodie and thermal gloves after growing up in Minnesota with an unlined leather jacket that might look super cool but sucked for keeping me warm. And then I randomly-yet-methodically move to the tropics and have to start trying on bikinis and sarongs. Somedays I just lounge around nekkid with my only accessory the umbrella in my drink. On those days I lie on my beloved fleece hoodie to keep the sand out of my crack. Friggin' labels, man. Friggin' masks and the faces beneath them.
Hello Alexx! Been a minute. I love that description of the labels. It’s a tour through the closet, hmmm …. Who am I today? I know! A random yet expertly mismatched set of patterns and textures that only I love together. And it looks fabulous and fits no pre-determined check boxes.
Heeeeey!!! It has been a minute. 😍 "...fabulous...that only I love together." Ain't that the truth! Hahahaha!!! Here's to clinking "cheers" with friends on the beach. Or around the fireplace.
Yes! Let’s mix those drinks and toast to our fabulousness!
Woot!!!
Dude the ironic title and labeling all the way through is hilarious
You can't fully escape them!