As we grow older, and close ourselves slowly but surely, we discover things about ourselves that we may not have known in our twenties (like we really don't like death metal), or even in our late twenties (like we really don't like jazz either). We become less malleable to societal and existential pressures. The image that we have of ourselves slowly melts into the puddle that is reality. It would although, be hard to argue that anyone is truly himself/herself at any point of time since we are but a product of our experiences and our environment.
As the labels, on the boxes we are, get etched, we find no one with exactly the same labels. Although, this makes us the snowflakes we are, this also makes us incredibly alone. If one isn't a fan of small talk and banter, well, we know how that goes.
The overwhelming supply of obscure labels may be a product of the internet, there were very few around in my twenties, I did however find some that may have been obscure to some. Those labels made me feel like I belonged, to a club, a club I may not be proud of now, but I belonged.
Here is me reaching out to you, my precious snowflake, maybe you and I share an obscure label.
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