“Oh, you’re a skater?”
“I ride a skateboard, yes” would usually be my answer to such a question.
I have a problem with labels.
It seems to me as though once a person labels you – is able to place you into one of their mental categories – that is all that you are, all that you will remain to be. Not even so much a human anymore, you just become that thing.
Even though I skate, I’ve never liked being called a “skater”. It feels weird when I say it in my head. It sounds corny. Whenever I hear that word, I can’t help but think of Avril Lavigne (He was a skater boy, she said “see ya later boi.”) and it makes me cringe.
Not sure what my problem is. Maybe it’s just me – hopefully not – the fact that I’d rather not be labeled, and just be a human being, although I do do things. Even I find it a little bizarre.
I don’t want to be a skater, or a writer, or a blogger. I’d rather just be a person who happens to do these things.