It’s not easy finding a tribe, I spent most if my tweens and early teens with few, if any true friends, but now that I’ve gotten older and matured, I’ve found those kindred spirits that I think constitute my tribe, they’re insane, rarely reliable, and to be perfectly honest I can’t stand them half the time, but they’re mine, and I’m theirs and somehow it just works
I have always liked thinking about the relative simplicity of early humans. I imagine that they lacked the need to organize their peers into little piles like we do today: best friends, colleagues, schoolmates, hated enemies, people they drank with, people they prayed with. There was no hustle and bustle to meet with the disparate groups at dumb meetings. All the human interaction our distant relatives needed could be found within their clans.
The clan just was. In the day-to-day task of survival, there was no time or necessity to look for others outside it who you could “identify” with better or who would support your idealized image of yourself. You were too busy inventing fire, not because you wanted to patent it, but because you needed it to survive. There was no “unfriending” if someone looked at you weird or said something that ran counter to your view of…
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