WE SEPARATE OURSELVES INTO SUBGROUPS.
We have our wolves, otters, bears, daddies, babies, twinks,
twunks, jocks and a neverending list of categories that ultimately say one
thing: we aren’t equal, we are separate.
We may cross paths, but often we tend
to stick to those cliques that match ourselves, which, from a sociological
perspective, makes sense. Comfort comes from understanding something, and we tend
to understand ourselves better than someone we don’t know.
However, in doing
this, we revert to an immature notion that because someone doesn’t look like us
it means that we don’t understand him or her. Not true, right?
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