rant-labels

Go ahead, label me, I dare you to. I've been called every label you can possibly come up with, and then some.
Why? I have no idea. For some reason people strive to have something to call me other than my name. As if Elizabeth isn't a label enough. I've been called goth, buttrock, freak, punk, bitch, whore ect. The list goes on. In my opinion, the criteria to fit into such society-created catagories is far from what I am.
I am me, isn't that all you need to know? But hey, whatever. I mean, you can call me whatever you want to call me, just don't expect me to care.
I don't put anyone into a catagory, or at least I try really hard not to....I understand that it is hard not to point someone out and say, "Oh there's so-and-so, he/she is such a ( insert label name here )!"
I was that way awhile ago, but I've changed a bit, just a bit. I'm still called by my old High School names by some people, FBK, Blueberry, Vampire. I don't think any of them apply to me, and they never did.
It's cute when certain people call me names in order to upset me.
So what has society deemed you? Then again, does it matter? Why can't we simply be accepted for who we are, and not what we do in life. Our personalities cannot be catogorized unless someone who thinks they know everything comes along and puts you into a general catagory of social acceptance.
In my mind, that label that some people have placed upon you, makes you seek out the others who have the same thing stamped upon thier forehead, and it changes you. When I was in Middle School, I was called a goth, for my trademark black pants. I started seeking out people who had the same label as I did, and conformed to thier image. I turned full-on fake Gothic, wore the make-up, listened to Death Metal and Marylin Manson, & hissed at people who walked by me that I disliked. I quickly grew out of most of it ( I still hiss on occasion ) when I realized how lame I was being, and how many people I didn't get to know because of thier social statuses.
The people I denied in Middle School soon turned into some of my best friends, the "preps", "jocks", "homies", "ravers", "punks", "skaters", and the "nerds". I was all over everywhere, but I soon created my own style, to match my ever-changing moods. I alternate between styles as often as I can, but I forever remain the same person I am. No matter what people call me, I am still me, and nothing can change that.
People still place the "punk" label on my head, but I shrug it off as soon as I pull on my flares and my pink turtleneck. I change constantly, and it's a pain for most people to keep up.
I termed myself a Chameleon. I am me, I am what I am, what I want to be, when I feel I need to be it. I think everyone is that way sometimes. Why we all cant just see everyonoe for who they are and throw away the labels all together confounds me. Why we insist on placing titles on people we don't really know is absolutly absurd! Come off it everyone! I know a perfectly creepy looking guy, who you'd THINK was all dark and depressing, but he is just one of the most sunshiney guys I have ever met in my entire life.
He is studying to be a Mortician, but he giggles, and insists on turning up "Get Ur Freak On" whenever it hits the radio. It's cute. He's learned what I have learned, only a bit more slowly than I.
I told him alot about my opinions on labels, and he whole-heartedly agreed with me and told me I had some very valid points.
So people! Let you damned hair down! Talk to each other! Get to know everyone! Throw off the shades in your mind and open up! It isn't that goddamn hard! I can do it, and I'm a moron most of the time.
Get over yourselves, we are all the same, no one is above anyone, we should all know that by now.