It's after midnight and I just had an epiphany. This whole thing started in the most stupid of places: facebook, the great ruiner of lives.

One of my non-friends posted one of those pictures were you tag your friends with each label; the cute one, the funny one, the loud one, things like that. She tagged me as "the attention hog." First off, it made me mad because I'm not even friends with her (a very lame statement, I know, but I have a point). Don't get me wrong, whenever I see her, I'm remotely civil, sometimes not so much, but generally.

Secondly, it made me mad because I know she did it to be bitchy because that's just the kind of person she is. My other friend tagged me in one of those things as "the arrogant one" but he was doing it to be funny, so that didn't make me mad. This girl was just being rude.

Thirdly, it made me mad because when I contested it (which I never should've done in the first place) everyone else chimed in and agreed with her. These were people that, though they are my friends, I haven't seen them much this year because of our class schedules, so I thought that was a bit out of line. Then, the girl who posted the picture in the first place said something along the lines of: "you don't understand sarcasm. If there was "the stupid one," we know who that would be." And then she added: "and I don't mean the stupid one would be (name), or (name)." Who were the other two people in the conversation, leaving only me that she was calling stupid.

So, based on this, I have a question: how exactly does one discern sarcasm from type on a screen that has no inflection or conversation markers to denote that it is indeed sarcasm? If anyone has an answer, I'd love to hear it.

Now, this event is just the latest in a line of annoyances of the same nature, and these annoyances led me to my epiphany.

As I can tell, the first in this line of annoyances was when one of my sort-of friends insisted that if I did not get the "humor" of Demetri Martin, I was not a true nerd. There were a few more arguments of this same nature, questioning whether I was a nerd or a dork or a geek or whatever. Over Easter break, my best friend called me a non-girl because I don't like wearing dresses. Last Friday, that same sort-of friend said that I wasn't a real gamer. Finally, these annoyances culminated in tonight's event. What do all these items have in common? They were all attempts to give me, or take away, a label. So, looking back at all of this, I have decided: I'm DONE with labels.

I'm tired of people trying to force me into whatever shape makes them comfortable, or whatever makes me less threatening. I admit, I label others quite frequently, but I'm done with that too; I'm even done labeling myself. I don't think I can properly express how done I am with people who try to tell me who or what I am, because last time I checked, I'm the one who knows me the best.

That was my epiphany: I'm not going to label people anymore. It puts people into a mold and no one should be forced into a mold. I'm sorry for my past trespasses when I did commit this offense, and I'm turning over a new leaf.

And to those of you who got through this journal, congrats and goodnight.