Week 13: Don't Label Me

You look at me and see glasses, jeans, and sneakers. Brown hair.
I look at you and judge your hair, jacket, shoes.... I hate that I have to use the word 'judge.'
But it's true, that's what I'm doing.
I can't help it. Most the time it's subconscious.
It's human nature to compare the materialistic aspects of other humans, and even non-humans around us.
Think about it.
 I judge dogs on how clean they are, what breed they are, and although I give them more of a chance than I might give a human that's too dirty, I still base an opinion on them in the first moments of meeting them.
And horses are even worse. I wouldn't consider buying a horse of a breed different than Arabian.
It would be absolute blasphemy.
And even in breed standards, they need to be virtually flawless to make it today's show ring. Halter-wise, they need a dished face, correct legs, a short back, long, thin neck, and obviously perfect symmetry and proportions throughout.
Sounds a bit like what we might expect out of a human body today, eh?
We live in a society so deeply based in the idea of perfection, outside appearance, materialistic tendencies and a stigma for anything less than "cookie-cutter" beautiful.
It's sickening, and yet, there is nothing I can do.
I will never fit any mold of "perfection"
I get in too much trouble, I say and do the wrong things, I lead a life split right down the middle, I am not independent enough, I don't remember to do the important stuff, I don't really feel like being in a relationship right now, I want to tell you to leave me alone, but don't exactly know how.

These are the things that are wrong with me.
I don't hate these things.
I am what I am.
My views change so very often.
I see myself in a different light every few minutes or so. Oh, that's another thing. I am, without shadow of a doubt, the most flighty, capricious human in North America.
But one thing will always remain.
I will never evade reality, and I will not let a soul change who I am.