As we grow older, we don’t stop putting labels in ourselves and others.
As we learn more, we don’t jump out of the boxes we make for ourselves.
We’re in boxes inside of boxes, overlapping with other ever-shifting, ever-moving boxes.
It’s like a game of Twister, only our hands and legs are multiplied by a thousand, and the dots become different sized moving boxes with malleable frames. Looks like a lot of work.
Reminds me of what a dear friend said, that judging people just helps him function socially.
Exhausting, but necessary. Good thing it’s all set on automatic.