Labels are for what purpose?

I've been thinking about labels as a general topic. Everyone labels each other, whether it be by race, gender, or personality descriptions.

We carelessly attach words to people, regardless of their actually connotation, or intended use.

Stupid, lazy, crazy, asshole, loser, reckless, bitch: you name it, someone has it written in pigment across their brain. We attach words to people based on our own assumptions and ideals. We give people a life long resume without the ability to edit; we give without consultation or actual information. We mislabel them, falsely dirty their name without knowledge or give them our recommendation based on inconsequential interactions.

Maybe this is why people put so much effort in being "liked", in having friends, or desiring to be a part of something regardless of what it stands for. Because if you aren't in, you are out and being out means you get stuck with words that aren't you but now define you.

You are no longer innocent, quiet, or shy, but a stuck up bitch. You are no longer firm in your beliefs but bossy and rude.

We are stuck taking back words, when they shouldn't have even been given out to start with. I shouldn't have to refer to myself as "Miss Bitch" so that someone else can't use it against me in hatred.

Since when did the pen have to become something personal, to be used against the people doing no harm? Why do we have to use what should be a peaceful tool as something that brands us without our consent.

I see posts littering the internet, about labels and the misuse of them. "That girl you called fat? She has an eating disorder" is one that commonly appears. Yet we still seem to ignore the warning signs that surround us. The stories and tales of people being mislabeled by their peers, or people that don't even know them. The tales of people in the flesh in front of us, and those that ghost through the internet hoping to help someone else with the burden of their labels.

We sit, labels decorating our subconscious, and feel all alone. We feel smothered by the weight of the type face yet we cannot stop ourselves from spitting the same bile onto others. We cannot keep the textual vomit from spilling out of lips and adhering to some unknowing person's ass. We hand out labels yet cannot face the ball and chain of our own.

What's the point? Is there a point? Why must there be a label for something to be understood or accepted? Can't you base your use of language off of something that is concrete in a person's personality? I'd rather be called bossy because I stick my nose in everyone's business and refuse to allow people to do things there way, rather than being bossy because I tend to take charge when there is chaos. If you are going to label me, at least label me correctly. At least me give me a label I can live up to, not one that degrades me for your own personal self-esteem.

Or better yet, let's get rid of labels all together and just be human. At the end of the day, that's the only label actually applies.