Little Boxes

Little boxes on the Hillside.
Little boxes made of ticky tacky.
Little boxes on the Hillside.
Little boxes all the same…”

“Wow, he is such a brilliant actor! I love how they’ve cast him as James Bond.”
“Yes, he is quite good…but isn’t he gay?”

“I have to introduce you to my hairdresser, you would love him!”
“Your hairdresser is a guy? He must be gay”
“Well I can assure you that he is not.”
“If you say so…All hairdressers are gay.”

“Are you sure you want to enter the Warrior Race? You know that it’s a hard
race and you will probably get all muddy?”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Well, you are a bit girly…”

Boxes.

We like putting people into them. But we hate  being boxed in ourselves.

Perhaps it’s because we feel the need to have control in our lives. If I can box a person in then I know what the person will do next. There will be no surprises.

But let’s face it – there are always surprises because no  person can be boxed in.

Quiet people can speak their mind in a crowd if they choose to. A jock can be shy around a girl. Depressed people can fall in love. And the happiest person can be depressed…

The only thing that makes us the same is the fact that we all have feelings and we all get hurt. Well that and the fact that we are all human 🙂

Knowing that we are all different should give us the freedom to be ourselves. To be you without worrying about what others might think or say. To just be…

So the next time you try to box someone in, stop and think about why you are doing this. Are you boxing people in because you secretly desire to live outside of your box too?

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