Marginalized

It seems so orderly to sort people and things into lists, functions, and groups. Life makes more sense when you reduce it to a set of neat little integers. Everything has form and function, and action so precise and predictable that you could set your watch or calibrate your gps to it.
Life doesn't quite work like that however, the shades of grey throw an infinite paw-full of monkey wrenches into the works. People don't break down cleanly, as much as it might do for them to do so. The social weight, or lack thereof, tied to a number is too much for the human soul to bear. People fit very poorly into file folders, no matter how much they might enjoy their time spent inside of one.
People fool themselves into thinking they have freedom; only so far as one can dodge falling meteorites