Once upon a time, the world was full of annoying little sh*t’s in one way or another :-D. 

Some people were naughty, some people didn’t have the sense to know their left from their right (“ahem – don’t ask me to navigate you through town”). Others were a bit stand-offish, or quiet, or talkative, or too talkative! And that was just the splice of life, tonnes of folk; all having their querks and their very own unique ways of being. 

Then one day came labels and now you could go to the doctors, not just to find out what your physical ailments were, but to get your colourful personalities diagnosed too. The age of ‘ADHD’ was officially born and those imperfect ways of being became debilitating disorders that naturally needed treatment. 

   

The rise in short attention spans is definitely a thing. With the bombardment of a million different stimulants headed your way, concentration deficit remains at large. Like when you can’t live without coffee, your phone or insta vids (yes I blame ticktock for this unhappy state of affairs) then medication may well start knocking at your door. And who can blame folk?  If you need a little something something to be able to sit still and do a day’s work, then what’s the harm in that?  And there’s other benefits too, because let’s face it, we all know it’s far easier to deal with an annoying person when you know there’s a condition for their traits. Like when a person is posting way too much on the group chat, which then becomes totally fine when you know they’ve got some of that ADHD going on, and suddenly annoying bas*trd becomes a case for gentle sympathy. The world is a wicked wicked place my dad repeatedly warned me, so it’s actually kinda nice to see people treated better for any reason whatsoever, even for disclosing a disability in one’s personality.        

 

If you’re switched on in life, it’s a normal sort of thing for folk to be aware of their shortcomings and be on some sort of rocky road to personal self-development. These personality struggles are the residue of subconscious aspects of our selves, often developed through perhaps a little nature and an awful lot of childhood nurture of the dysfunctional kind. Everyone in the world can suffer from the shortcomings of a personality disfunction, however, aren’t these challenges for growth and improvement the very things that we ‘get ourselves out of bed’ for. What happens in the mindset of those who acceptance a medical condition then to reside yourself to the cruel hands of fate?

Labels make it easier to be forgiving of a person. It’s far easier to forgive a condition than to feel understanding for a plain and simple… good old annoying personality. But wouldn’t it be nice if society was a place where folk are free to live long and prosper just the way they are. Without medication to speed you up or slow you down, but to create the spaces and places that allow people to explore their gifts and live fulfilling lives just the way they are. Labels often become our limitations because the downside is that they can make folk feel less than they are, unless you have the personality type that thrives on proving everyone wrong.

When we believe that ‘we are something’, we exclude ourselves for being anything else, limiting our progression and expansion into anything more. But in essence we are not one thing or another, we are infinite spirit soul having a very human experience.