Along with many others, prior to a sudden, eagerly anticipated cognizance of myself, I agreed with whoever claimed that one must not be judged as only they know who they really are. Only now do I understand that stereotypicalism is a vital key of life; being judged defines who we are through our ability to cope and the actions we take regarding to how we're percieved through other's eyes.
I lead an incredibly contradictory life. I want to be lost, and make myself a home in a place completely unfamiliar. I want to be in agony and experience life wearing the same shoes as those who have it rough. I want people to think I'm strange, if not a li