i tend to compartmentalise. i categorise almost everything in my life. inanimate objects, even people. doing so tends to satisfy the innate need to belong.
thus, i'm uncomfortable with the fact that i have something uncategorisable in my hands. it's neither black nor white. heck, it's not even considered grey. it falls somewhere in the million shades of grey that exist. somehow, i dont think a lot of pp will be inclined to support my position and actions if they come to hear abt it. which makes everything more complex. i'm more concerned abt other's perceptions of myself than i care to admit.
then again, it's things like these that make life a little bit more quirky, a little less predictable and a whole lot more fun. so at the risk of alarming my whole world (dont worry, i tend to exaggerate), i'll be throwing away quite a number of previously held beliefs and go with my gut.