Labels

As those of you who read my blog are aware, I recently asked my friend Sarah to write a guest post for my blog.

I spent some time thinking about labels. There are many labels I have, from ones which are apparent to those that I typically shy away from.

Boys labels
(Used under creative commons, thank you, Kasaa!!)

I was made aware of a conversation which was had about me by some friends of mine, about why I “hide” a certain part of myself. I don’t hide from those things, I choose not to make it the definition of who I am. I am a sum of all my parts, not what my parts are. I am, a dedicated worker, a full-time student, a sports fan, a mad shopper, a skeptic, a cynic, a compassionate person, a jaded-realist, a soul-searcher, a sometime runner, a horrible golfer, a recovering drug addict, a person who has been arrested, a self-professed nerd, a tormented thought-provoker, a challenger of status-quo and many other things.

There are labels I do hide from, because they leave me open to judgement or to feelings of vulnerability. Not because those things make me weak, but they leave me open to the uncertainty of others.

Do you read me?!
(Used under creative commons, thank you, Meneer De Braker!!)

I’m mostly proud of who I am, who I have become and where I am going in life, even if, at times, I don’t know where this ship is directed. We’re all fighting challenges in our lives, we all seek to belong to something, someone, some place, some group. To be “in the know,” to be “part of the crew,” to be “one of the guys/gals,” when we should be expending more energy just “being,” when we really should be wanting to be ourselves and attracting those people who see who we are and those who want to be with the person they see.

Lightning
(Used under creative commons, thank you, Snowpeak!!)

My reach, thanks to many different factors, has allowed me to interface with people well out of my circle of comfort. I’m extremely pleased with those who I have met and I count many of you, whether we have met in person or not, friends. Some of the best, in fact.

One of the best compliments I’ve ever received? “I don’t think of you as a boy or a girl, I think of you as a Nick, that’s it, just that.”

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11 responses to “Labels

  1. well said Nick. but i would always exercise caution when being told what others are saying about you. people are not always spot-on in their recollection LOL

    • Thanks Jason, I always look at things with a skeptical eye. This time, however, I believe the context of the conversation was more important than the actual subject. 🙂

  2. The only label I have for you is “friend”. Very well said post!

  3. 2B or not 2B. We just need to be ourselves and nothing more or less. “Labels” are just like book covers, don’t judge. Each one of us is our own person. That is what makes us unique.
    If a person does not like who you are, move on, its their loss, not yours.

    Enjoy your day!!!

    • Thanks Kali, I constantly work on that. I know who I am, and I am pleased with where I am in life.

      That being said, it can be tough to look in the mirror some days. 😉

  4. I remind myself often that there are people that TOLERATE me and people who CELEBRATE me and that I need to focus on that second group as opposed to the first. As for me, I CELEBRATE you. I’ve called you my “rocky road” friend in my “vanilla” world and it’s true. You don’t fit into any one cookie cutter shape. You’re constantly changing, growing, and becoming Nick. And you challenge me to do that in my life, too. You challenge me to think outside the insulated box that I live in and to refuse to let the world around me cram me into one cookie cutter shape. Simply put? My world is better because you’re in it. I don’t know what label to put on it. In fact, I don’t think it needs a label at all. 🙂

    • Sometimes I’m awesome wrapped up in humility. Others, I’m torture wrapped up in love. Either way, I’m me and that’s all I know how to be. Good, bad, or indifferent, I am who I am. 🙂

      Thanks for being in my world, Miss Sarah.

  5. Labels can be shackles that restrain you or they could be the nicest compliment you ever receive. In general, my inner psychopath tends to just ignore the labels others have for me. Unless he writes them down to later spray paint on their headstone.

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