I think a lot about the labels we give ourselves, and the labels others have bestowed upon us. I have always been uncomfortable pinholing myself into one label, one group, one thought process, Democrat, Republican, punk rocker, derby girl, anarchist, feminist, rocker etc.
The only label I’ve ever embraced is mother, everything else is a waste of time and not ever completely accurate.
I think that those labels and any others require us to be certain things, to block out the possibility of expanded thought processes, to adhere to some kind of rule set. If I say to you I am X..what does that mean? Do I have to dress a certain way? Do I have to support a certain way of thinking? Do I have to listen to a specific genre of music? Do I have to be staunch in my votes? Do I have to support specific causes? It seems so limiting.
What it comes down to in my thinking is that these labels are a way to belong, to be a part of something and fend off loneliness. Belonging is beyond overrated.
I make jokes about being a Gemini, for example. It’s well known that people born under this sign are difficult and indecisive…(astrology isn’t my bag, just an example) so in that vein of thought do I simply embrace the fact that I’m difficult? Or do I rage against perception and others toxic condemnations? The latter is generally my choice, therefore proving myself and others right. It’s confusing to me how to contort these labels.
What it really comes down to, at least personally, is fighting the good fight, surprising the surrounding humans by sending a tsunami against their labels and boxes. I think it is important to remember that we also are not our past, we are not our history, our parents, our troubles, and can not possibly be a sum of our experience, but the sum of all the experience of others we come in contact with. The best part of all is we have the ability to change ourselves even daily, which in turn makes any label obsolete.
So, when asked who you are do you say I am an atheist? I am an artist? I am a punker? I am none and all of those things, sometimes at the same time. I implore anyone to think for yourself, reject the status quo, bash your titles and labels into a bloody pulp, reject societal norms, listen to all the music, wear all the things, experience all the people, but for God’s sake don’t let anyone decide what you should be.
Today’s ramble brought to you by Rage against the machine, Johnny Winter, Crystal Gayle, granny panties, pink lipstick, my old t-shirt, and mom jeans.