It seems that many people love learning about everything but their own faults and where they stem from. This makes sense to me, because I believe that if you learn deeply enough about yourself, you may be forced to acknowledge that the romantic labels you’ve affixed to yourself are falsities, and no one likes to change or do away with those labels, as they are the very stuff which identity springs from. But really, are there “true” labels that reside at the core of our beings?
Maybe there’s nothing there at all, or whatever is there defies the very concept of labels. Maybe it’s a concept that’s simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. 😉