What is it with labels. Everything has a freaking label.
Even things that are obviously self apparent, or at least should be understandable without having to be expressly detailed. Need a freaking label. I dislike labels of a certain kind. It’s like why put a label on it? People and things are often defined by labels.
Gender, occupation, age, relationship status, just to name a few.
Society is overrun by labels. We need to yell them from the rooftops so everyone can know what we are.
Can’t we all just exist within the realm of our personal lives as we see fit? So that means if you need or want to share a label so be it, if not, so be it as well.
I’ve always felt, I am not defined by stereotypes or labels. It is what it is, for whatever it is worth. But society has often put lingering questions over our heads. What do you do, your relationship status, your age, and even questionability of ones gender.
I say…Who gives a flying fig what my or your label is!!
But yet I still get asked…So is it official? Friends, family, acquaintances etc all inquiring minds, want to know. Is it official? My dating life that is. I often have said I don’t need no stinkin label, and that is still TRUE. I don’t need a label. But damned if I do and damned if I don’t like the way it sounds. Yes we are dating, he is my boyfriend and I his girlfriend, and although he joked that calling him my Boyfriend at 50 sounds funny, I still love the sound of it.
So when I was asked recently if it was official, instead of cringing at the thought of the sound of it all, I actually felt that little flutter of the good kind and yelled it from the rooftop. Ok I didn’t yell it from a rooftop, I confidently answered, Yes! It felt nice. And friends who had always asked what my relationship status was when I was dating a guy, seemed to ask in a less intrusive way, and were happy to hear the answer I gave them. I’m sure that the way they asked this time, was no different from any other time before. It was just the relationship that had been in wasn’t at that level. Granted it was longer time together with no label slapped upon it, it just wasn’t right.
This, this feels right, really right.
But no, I’m not making it Facebook official. What is up with that crap anyway? Changing a relationship status on Facebook, is like changing underwear for some people. It has no significant purpose, except in fleeting moments of garnering attention perhaps.
I did however recently post on Facebook, that He met my Mom and some extended family at my second cousins high school graduation party.
Where’s his picture?
Does he really exist?
Some of the questions asked. Nothing intrusive, and considering who they came from, were actually kind of funny to be asked. But then other people were sending me private messages asking the same questions that had been answered on the status thread. Apparently my answer that we were so involved with the festivities we didn’t think to take any Selfies of ourselves. Ohhhh the horror. Actually enjoying an event, to not be so self-absorbed. Wasn’t sufficient enough for them. Well screw you too. You’re the reason I don’t like to discuss my relationship status.
There are too many people in the world who would rather see you miserable than happy. Misery loves company. I often feel that when I am happy and discuss parts of my relationship with some people, it’s as if they would rather see me be unhappy, they try to undermine and plant seeds of doubt, whatever they can to make the level of happy diminish.
I don’t have time for those people, and have learned to distance myself from them, even if it is family.
Bottom line is, does it truly make a difference what your status is? Does it enhance your qualities as a person if you are in a relationship or not? Does it make you a better person if you are labeled one particular way or another?
I don’t think so, because at the end of the day you can slap a dress and some lipstick on a shit covered pig and you know what, it’s still a shit covered Pig.
Yes I have a boyfriend, and I’m extremely happy with him. I’m going to shout it from the rooftops. But, I’m still not making it Facebook official to satisfy the masses. If you are in my personal immediate life, you will be lucky enough to meet him and get to know the great man, father, and boyfriend he is. Some already have been lucky to meet him, there’s even a photo on Facebook of us at a 4th of July party. Even if I feel huge in it 😉 I’m happy and happy is so much better than a label 🙂 Or is being happy a label unto itself….?