Again the question of identity and multiple facades surfaces. I had mentioned in a previous post, quoting Pirandello, how one is sometimes unable to identify with the host of masks and people that are one. Pirandello’s form and life are simple concepts that lead to complications as they try to explain similar complexities. I realize that some members of my readership possibly find this redundant, however, I feel it is evergreen and I can relate to it in particular more than I relate to many issues.

By admitting that one has many faces, one is hardly being schizophrenic, one is being honest. This all boils down to saying that label sticking is hardly ever correct or appropriate, basically because, as I stated above, one has many faces, and because there is not ultimate knowledge possessed by anyone. Think of truth as a puzzle, some have more pieces than others, but none have the whole set.

I should note that the crusade of my life revolves around fighting labels, because I find this issue to be both central and vastly misapprehended, therefore a probable foundation for trouble. And in retrospect, I can rationalize many a behavior of mine based on my fresh and transparent understanding of what, in reality, I had set out to do.

I have always refused being classified like I am some sort of a product. I follow no specific genre, and I would like to think no label could be forced upon me, not even nonconformist. And I strongly believe that I cannot categorize people, neither do I wish to, because it will prove to be a waste of my time and intellectual faculties, to no good end. Labeling is another form of the fatal error of attribution or generalization. You seldom get away with it, and if you do, it will catch up with you.

By labeling people one limits them to that specific category, and limits his/her self to only seeing them through that narrow perspective. Hence problems arise. Let me break things down for you.

If one judges another based on appearance as being, say, narrow minded, then one has miscalculated. This seemingly harmless act of tagging people, in my opinion, is the reason why many feel rejected and looked down upon by others. This feeling of being “outcasts” could lead them to improper conduct, not to mention the generation of closed classes of individuals who throng together, social classes, the so-called peer pressure and what not.

Some may say that I overdrammatized things in that example, but I am not convinced of that allegation. I personally have been in such situations and I have closely observed what labeling can do, and what it does in reality.

In my reading of The Writer’s Idea Book by Jack Heffron, I came across chapter five entitled “I yam what I yam and other lies”. Writer’s Digest Books published the book in 2003. Heffron writes:

Getting at how we are is tough to do, and who we are changes depending on day,
time, location and circumstance. We are parent, boss, motorist, son/daughter,employee, mate, shortstop, tourist, reader, writer, expert, novice and many other identities. We are “the chameleon poet” and we “contain multitudes.”
There is a famous anecdote about the poet James Dickey nervously waiting
backstage before a national television appearance. Someone told him,
“Relax, just be yourself,” and he answered, “which one?”

If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!