Label

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When I saw the prompt from the daily post today, I just had to write a short post about it because it is the word label. That word, in certain contexts, has always bothered me. Allow me to explain.

When children are growing up, they are often labeled. There are the cool kids. The poor kids. The rich kids. The label that other children attach to each other determines the way children are treated by other children. We all experience that in our first twelve years of school. Sometimes, those labels are painful and make for a hurtful experience for children in school. Labels may cause children to be bullied. In reality, these children may simply be introverts or extroverts. They may have problems at home. We, as parents, should teach our children not to label other children.

Attaching labels to people doesn’t stop when we grow up. For example, I’m told that I am eccentric, reserved, cool, conceited, a snob, and a few other labels. In reality, I’m just shy. An introvert who is probably a bit eccentric. The other labels that people have attached to me are hurtful and untrue. An introverted, shy person like myself is mistaken for an arrogant, conceited snob when only a few people really know me. Is that fair? I don’t think so.

Instead of attaching labels to people we don’t really know, we, in my opinion, should make an effort to get to know them. Then, there would be no need for labeling. We should teach our children to do the same. The world would be a kinder place.

Business Consultant and Freelance Writer

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5 comments on “Label
  1. This is an elegant post, and I appreciate your straightforwardness. My husband’s second grade teacher told him, “You’ll never amount to anything.” This haunted him for years, and he kept registering at colleges and quitting, which seemed to reinforce her words.

    Now that he’s earned his master’s degree in occupational therapy and uses his education to help geriatric patients increase the quality of their lives, I believe he’s muted her voice. It took years, though, and robbed him of so much.

    Thanks for posting this.

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