I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
The labels we apply to people seem to bother me more as I age. We use them to box ourselves in, to put these artificial walls around each other. They can be a safety net or they can hold us back whether in work or life. Algorithms are equally designed like this — to distill us into easily definable ones and zeros, black and white. People are not that simple though. Whitman rightly said “I contain multitudes,” and people truly are more fascinating when we look past a label.