It is what it is....

I am sitting here at work, staring at my label maker on my desk. I tend to go on a tangent and label things that don't really need to have labels. I like to do files within files within files within files.... I may sound like an organizational freak, but that's sooooo not me. I am not one of those people that has to have everything exactly in it's place. No no no (I believe in "organized chaos". I always know exactly where everything is, but YOU will never find where I hid the bodies.). I just like to categorize things.....well, that and I love to play with the buttons on my nifty little label machine. ;)

I had a smartass ask me once if I was going to stick a label on his forehead that said "boyfriend" and one on my pet's forehead that said "cat". I paused to consider the idea, and decided against it. He bites. So does the cat.

*rim shot*

This playing-around-with-the-proverbial-label-machine thing carries over in to people/relationships/etc for me. Sometimes I feel this overwhelming need to categorize people -- Companion, Acquaintance, Friend, Best Friend, Confidant, Lover, Significant Other, Hero, Asshole, Jerk-Off, Terrorist Fuck, etc...

I used to spend a lot of time thinking about how to file those of us who are friends through the vaporous matter that is the blogosphere, but have never met in real life.

Do you guys think about that? Is this real? It feels like it to me. I guess like in all matters, it means something different to each individual.

I've finally made peace with my failure to tie this up (hehehee) with a pretty bow. There's not really a conventional label for us. And for some reason, for once, I have grown to be ok with that. I even like it that way.

Fuck conventional. I'm enjoying myself.