Truth is...

 We want to imagine that people are consistent, steady, stable.  In our minds we define who they are.  Create descriptions to lock them on a page.   Divide them up by their likes, talents, beliefs.  Then we pretend some, perhaps most are better than we are because they stick to their definitions while we never quite fit ours.

Truth is people are as fluid as time is.  We adapt to our situation like water in a strangely shaped jug— though it might take us a while to ooze into all the little nooks.  Because we adapt, we sometimes don’t recognize how twisted, uncomfortable, or down right wrong the container is that we’ve been told to inhabit.  We can keep going that way for a while.  We can pretend we fit that jug— awkward nooks and all— but the longer we do, the worse it gets.  The more it wears on us.  The more exhausted we become.  Even if we do nothing at all, because holding the shape can take all the effort in the world— more if we want to make it look natural.