Strange

I wish I had known not to label myself.

We place so much importance on labels.

It seems to a human condition to categorise and reduce groups into organised boxes.

At first, I tried to discover who I was, and when that failed I tried to become someone who was close to that but easier to explain in a few sentences.

That definition never suited me.

I kept changing it and reviewing it.

I kept looking for that perfect label.

A word that described me in an easily understandable way.

Some words fitted: feminist, skeptic, dreamer, atheist, writer.

Other words never did.

I have never found that label.

I wish I had not spent so much of my later life looking for it.

At the end of the day, I am just plain, old me and there's only one word that sums that up: Strange.