The Package Dilemma

Somewhere between
my out-loud conversations
with myself
on the way to class
and kicking off my shoes
in the middle of the forest
to dance wildly
under the trees
I realized
I have a bit of hard time
fitting into boxes.

For instance
I love theater,
yet I cannot stand Shakespeare
and somehow this burns within me
like a secret sin

I detest math
but love science
and aren't those a package deal?
it's like the way
I relish stories
but yawn through history classes

I need
the same friends
and old haunts
and cookie recipes
but too much stability bores me
and I crave adventure
at the drop of a hat

Maybe that's why
when I watch action movies
I can never decide
whether I want to be
the hero
or the damsel
because both sound pretty awesome,
if you ask me

And try as I might,
I can't find a category
to contain me
but the real trouble is-
I keep waiting for someone
else
to get it, because
I don't want to be the one
writing all this
about myself.