I understand the human conceptualization - well, crab-like conceptualization, if you want to get technical and confusing - of hiding inside a shell. We’ve all done it at one time or another - I’ve done it quite a lot in my day. (To digress, I can’t really say “in my day.” I’m only twenty years old, so I’m not ancient; though, if you think of it as living a fifth of a century, it kinda broadens the perspective.)
For people to have a shell that hides their true selves is rather commonplace, and it helps them fit into the puzzle which we call life. I say this because no one has life figured out; no person with a college degree will ever tell you what the purpose of life is, because they don’t know. (Another digression: education is theory.)
I, for once, would love to meet someone who was amorphous - without form, without a shell, their true self. I want this because I want to know what it’s like to stand out, to not fit into the puzzle when you don’t have to. To not be something that you know you’re not.