Gasoline will take you to places you never expected not to visit!

You know how sometimes, stupidly, your computer will freeze? And you're like, oh jeez, this is the fifth time, I hope Word saved my work, I can't believe I spent $1600 on this thing it's trash do they really like me wait did I even eat dinner today oh no is it three in the morning? Like, the computer'll come back eventually and everything, but for a while you've just got a dead, unresponsive screen because somewhere something overloaded? That was me after reading that article about cosmopolitanism. Crash crash boom freeeeezzz

This is me on crash

After I starting working again, I investigated the problem. What thought exactly put a screeching halt to my processes? I am. That statement. It's grammatically iffy, due to its question-begging as to what one is, but who even knows what one actually is? Why is English making me ascribe myself to labels? *goes to protest in the streets of rexburg* 

*realizes that's worthless because nobody lives there*

I'm unsurprised by the few yet loaded words that forcefully pop into my head when I barrage myself with the question of what "I am", yet at the same time, I wonder how many labels I could come up with, with which to describe myself. To say "I am ___" (fill in the blank) does not limit one to only one label; it connotes that said person is "___", among other things, although perhaps not within the same detonated family (such as gender, unless the reader is a proponent of gender fluidity). Yet, samana aikana, are these sorts of limiting adjectives the best options had with which to depict a person? I can be happy now, but also sad—I can be enrolled in math, but also enrolled in social studies—I can be American, can I also be (theoretically) English? America doesn't seem to believe so; the European Union would (mostly) say otherwise.

And Appiah asks the same question. What is cosmopolitanism? It's certainly more than the word from which our lovely mascot's name was derived. Cosmopolitanism is, in a sense, the awakening of oneself to the faux pas of unshakeable affiliation, and the change of a mindset of belonging, like the word's etymology, to the "cosmos" (meaning everything with and without existence). This is a hurdle presented on the track of life to all humans; it's within primal instincts to morph into an identity, that other instincts' fulfillments may be processed. Some overcome it early; some never do.

Yet, at the end of the day, what really matters?