My newest attempt at "blogging"

Not sure which will prevail...

Labels - as long as they're removable.

So, where did 2011 go?

I spent the duration of 2011 in it’s entirety avoiding labels in my life. I don’t know where my resistance to categorising things stems from but I seem to resist confining tags throughout my life. I’m the girl who gets asked “Is that your boyfriend” and says “No” because I haven’t allowed that conversation to happen. The most recent occurrence of this was asked by the male himself. Needless to say, heartache and awkward semi-formal conversations followed and now, even if I were to give the answer which was originally desired, I have every faith in said male, that he would politely decline my advances.

I can’t even label my aversion to labels in this situation as commitmaphobia. I crave commitment. Or so I think.