Too Many Labels, Not Enough Living

Simply Flava | A Seasoned SoulZ Reflection

I’ll be honest… my head is spinning.

Everywhere I turn, there’s a new label, a new name, a new box to check — for gender, for identity, for generations. It’s become exhausting to try to keep up, and I don’t understand why everything that once made sense has to be renamed or redefined.

I was born in 1960. I grew up believing I was a Baby Boomer, and that title made sense to me. It connected to the time I was born, the values I was raised on, and the world I lived in. Now today, I find out I’m something called “Generation Jones.” I didn’t even know it existed until now.

And I’ll be real — I don’t like it.

I understand that some history needed to be corrected, that not everything was recorded or told accurately. But now it feels like people are rewriting life as we live it, adding more categories, more confusion, more noise.

I can’t even keep up with gender identities — there are so many new terms and expressions that I can barely remember them. And it’s not from a place of judgment… it’s just too much. Life used to feel simple. You respected people for who they were, not what label they used. You treated others with kindness because it was right, not because someone created a new word for it.

Now, I feel like I need a guidebook just to speak without offending someone or being corrected. That’s not how I was raised. I was taught to be kind, to listen, and to care about people — period.

So yes, I’m confused. I’m frustrated. And I’m tired of the constant shifting of what it means to belong. I don’t need another title or definition to tell me who I am. I’ve lived long enough, seen enough, and experienced enough to already know.

Maybe that’s the problem — too many labels, not enough living.