No, this is not a post on relationships. Go somewhere else if you are expecting to read about enslavement. I am talking about professing commitment to something. For example, professing you are a reader, a runner, a doctor, an intellectual, pro-choice, anti-war, anti-government … something. Do you really know what you are committing to? Are you sure you want to commit yourself to that?
It’s not like I like to be undecided about things. As much as I want to profess and label myself, I always halt in face of expectations. I don’t like to be expected to have expertise. Today I was asked to fill in my hobbies on a form. I paused – what do I write? If I wrote I like music, will people expect me to play an instrument? If I wrote I like to run, will people expect me to do a 7-minute mile?
This is why I hate labels, apart from the usual discrimination categorizing pigeon-holing yadda. I simply hate not having expert knowledge because our society seems to favour that more, rather than the idea of a Renaissance individual with a finger in every pie. Or at least I perceive our society as favouring that more.
There are labels I will put on myself and wholeheartedly endorse. I know I am pro-choice. I know I am a reader (I believe sheer volumes make up for lack of depth). I know I am …
Dang. That’s all I can muster.
