How Typical of Me

So brainstorm, first thing that pops into that cloudy and dense head of mine is stereotypes. There is so much crap about stereotyping at middle school. Sometimes I feel like middle school is fabricated of it and if one little thread was loosened, a stereotype myth destroyed, our school would unravel an meet it's untimely demise. Because no matter how hard I fight it, I find myself categorizing people as if they were books on my dusty bookshelf, each placed daintily in its own special nook.On many occasions I find little hints that make my labels feel justified, but I am only looking for the hints I want, skimming the group to find one book.if I had spent more than a few minutes of my life with them, read the first twenty page of every book under that label, I might squish that theory like a pesty insect. But sometimes you would find that your book was put in the exactly right nook. Other times the books need to be moved, when elementary is over and you're friends have changed, with or without you. Maybe they let labels define them, the books begin to be what you imagine them to be. This made me reconsider myself. Have I let stereotypes define me? Do I honestly have friends that have known me well enough to shake the categorizing? I mean to say, sure I have friends, but they don't know me and really aren't trying to read the first twenty pages. They are the people who look to page three, put the book down and say they read it. They are my artificial friends, they don't want to get to know me and I find myself pulling the relationships load. They are the ones who stereotype me because they "read" the book. They tell people I'm gullible, smart, shy, nerdy, and socially akward. But how do they know? They skipped all the really good parts of the book. Maybe I need to re-evaluate my friends, find the real keepers. Until then, So long, farewell, I'll see you very soon I know!