I used to label everything, from socks to water bottles, but now I'm just lost in a world of unassigned things
It started with a simple desire for organization, a need to categorize and make sense of the chaos. But it consumed me, like a label-making virus
Read about the labels that took over my life
Discover the lasting impact of my labeling obsession
Find out how my love life was affected by my labels
We're all trapped in a world of unassigned things, searching for a label to cling to, a reason to be in a world without meaning
Will I ever find my way back to a life of unlabelled bliss, or will I forever be bound to the chains of categorization?