“Why must I be sociable?” he asks. “I mean, don’t answer that, I know the reason, but it’s so hard for me because most social situations are bloated with hypocrisy.”
“Bloated with hypocrisy?” the other he echoes as a question.
“Yes,” he says. “I am forced to have concern about the things plaguing the community of people I can identify with superficially, but then I’m ignored when I relate those problems to the ills of other communities. My community assumes I have a want to be something I am not, even though that could not be further from the truth. When I decide to be sociable, I am met with sneers from those like me who don’t like me and that teaches me to avoid them. And then I look for another community and can’t get a footing because I am different. So here I am, once again dumping on you.”
“You can dump on me, we are friends.” says the other he. “I feel for you, but I can’t say that this is my experience.”
“Brag about it why don’t you,” he interrupts jokingly.
“I’m not,” says the other he, “but I think your problem is your inability to see that time with your community as a time for appreciating your community. Maybe you have to be better at finding the best time to introduce these cross community concerns.”
“But my community is served by the outreach.” he says.
“Some people think that their community should be sound before thinking of any other.” says the other he. “Protect your own house before venturing out to help others.”
“Aren’t we all one big community?” he asks.
“Some would say.” says the other he.
“Then I am lost.” he says.
“You are willfully lost.” says the other he. “This makes sense, protect those like you.”
“We all live and breathe, we all hate and love, what is the big difference? I will never be sociable.” he says.
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