A wee time ago I was taken to task for putting a label on myself. I said I was a potter. My friend responded that I am so much more than just a potter and I need to get out of that box. I was told you are a father, a grandfather, a friend, a teacher, a reader, a writer, a gardener, a so-so cook, a cyclist, as well as so many other things. "What do you do? " often is what people ask you. It's their way to define you. Ah garbage man hmmmmmm I'll treat you differently than if you said brain surgeon. Not fair! Not fair at all. The garbage man has a beautiful home and garden, a couple of kids that are in University, he coaches the local hockey team, makes killer BBQ and is studying to be a sommelier. One word labels are dangerous and don't paint a real picture of the person.
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unhinged Unreality King
psycho Prima Donald
and the winner is....
demented Deeply Disturbed Fuzzy Orange Goofball Dick Tater