I love boxes. I try not to. But I do. They tell me pretty little lies. They tell me I am perceptive and clever. They tell me I can FIGUR...
They tell me pretty little lies. They tell me I am perceptive and clever. They tell me I can FIGURE STUFF OUT. That I can understand things (and people) that are too complicated, too deep, too multi-layered and multi-faceted to possibly make sense of.
This is why people love boxes so much. Not because people are judgment-passing haters (not always, anyway). I think they do it out of desperation. Maybe they put people in boxes because they just want the world and the people in it to make sense.
And it scares the hell out of them when it doesn't.
Because that means we're not as clever as we think we are. We're not as in control as we think we are. And if the people we put in boxes don't fit in them, then maybe we don't fit in the boxes we put ourselves in. Maybe we don't belong anywhere at all. And maybe we don't know how to be okay with that.
A lot of maybes in this post. Because the world is a maybe sort of place. And maybe it shouldn't be a box-filled kind of place. Some days I want to smash them all and shout at people to stop. Stop already. Stop putting people in boxes.
Because sometimes it's cruel, and hateful and wrong.
But other times it's not. Other times it's just this quiet, desperate, trying-to-make-sense thing. A whoops-I-got-that-wrong thing. A struggling to carve order out of chaos, because IT MUST MAKE SENSE IN ORDER TO BE GOOD.
Another kind of lie.
I kind of hope that some day, we won't be box makers and sorters anymore. That we'll surpass it somehow. Evolve. See every person as a person. Accept the whole of them instead of trying to put together the hundreds of thousands of pieces that make them who they are.
People aren't puzzles that need putting together. We're just not. And the problem with thinking of each other that way (beyond the inherent issue of thinking of each other as THINGS) is what you do with a puzzle when you've given up on it.
You put it back in the box.
About author: Kimberly VanderHorst
Kimberly Vanderhorst wrote her first book when she was seven (it was totally awesome, but the world isn't ready for it yet), and her next when she was twenty-seven. When asked to account for the intervening decades, she likes to suggest the possibility of alien abduction with as straight a face as possible.