I used to find belonging by articulating the things I was against.
Building up walls of security, reinforced by hanging out with people who thought in similar patterns and drew alike conclusions to mine.
Thoughts of ‘the other’ scared me. People who did life differently threatened the structure I had built my foundation upon. Internally composing diatribes of response to memes that expressed a different perspective to mine.
It is easy to bond, to make friends based upon a negative. To be in solidarity together ‘against’ something.
It was safe, predictable and….small.
The fear and bitterness enroaching begins to wear.
Hopes of a different way, of relationship that isn’t contingent upon rigid views beats with increasing insistence.
Now broken, but whole, remade in a new casting.
The ‘other’ is now me. I am my enemy. We are united.
This post is a part of a link up for Five Minute Friday, a community of fellow writers who write for 5 minutes every Friday together on a prompt.