How are you supposed to feel when you share a piece of yourself (not a huge portion of your being, but perhaps a whim that leads to something more,) with someone, and they proceed to put a label upon you.
They take that word like a brand, and place it right over the space where that piece of you connects to your heart. As if they feel they know you, or worse, like they claim that part of you. Letting their label sear onto your chest.
however,
this is something I've been struggling with for a long time. I've always had a strong distaste for conforming to other people's expectations. For instance, if someone mentioned that my favorite color was yellow, simply because I was coloring with a yellow pencil, I would instantly decide that my favourite colour was something entirely different.
So tell me,
is this a problem with labels, or is it a problem with being the person certain people want me to be?
right now I'm not so sure.
this is the coolest thing ever. and DUDE you've seriously just fed the fire to something i couldn't quite put my finger on in my own thoughts. when you share a little part of yourself on a whim and then....
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