Its like being in a grocery store..

labels people labels...thats what we're shooting the breeze about today..i know we've been down this road before but everytime i tell myself that this is gonna be the last time that i write about it some asshole just opens the whole can of worms again...

its like why do we confuse the issue so very much by labeling everything?i mean, yeah i remember studying about how labels help people to identify with a certain group or rather, come to terms with one's own existence but what if sometimes, there's no concrete label?like, what if some dude invented a particular can of food made out of chicken,beef and fish and it tasted really yummy but he couldn't bring himself to sell it cos he hadn't come u with the perfect name to call it?wouldn't the world be short of one yummy dish?(yeah, i know im going off on tangents here but if you'll let me finish..)

so, bringing it back to people....sigh...i guess i just wished there weren't so many derogatory labels that distracted us from seeing the real person,y'know?these are some of the more negative ones i've heard.....spinster, divorcee, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transexual, impotent, cheater, bitch, and the list goes on..

which one have YOU been labeled?do you even know?would you want to know?

my point is that at the end of the fucking day, do you really wanna die in your little box with your life just so?dontcha just wanna go out there and just get to know that yummy can of unlabeled food?