This is dedicated to a friend who cannot escape the categories he has been given. He is a man, he must drink beer, women are to be used and all the rest. He fits himself in awkwardly, but he has no other model he feels comfortable in following.
Breaking our molds and becoming another person is hard, not the least so because in changing we have to let go of the image people have of us and instead become what to us is yet unknown.
I am surrounded by people who are bad at making good quality decisions partly because of that pressure of society that says we must be x because it only understands x.
x-was,
x-is,
x-always-be.
Pensive Trevor
11 years ago
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