Cliques… the bad part is not to be inside it…
I often talk about my Grandfather as my mentor even though my Dad was the one who actually executed all of the theory I received from my father. At a very early age he started to show me by example and I never really had to question the whole “do as I say, not as I do” thing. One of the things I remember he told me is that the bad part of a clique is not to be inside it… he was being cynical about it because even though he had friends he was someone that just did not trust people. I became the total opposite.
When you are part of a group of people there is a certain level of community that starts forming as you get together more and more. I love having friends over to my place for a fun night of board games, or video games or just good food. I enjoy this even more when friend of mine that meet for the first time click as I did with them individually and get along. However groups start to form exclusivity and no matter how hard you try there will always be outsiders for one reason or another. Even if you don’t want to pick sides in situations you end up doing it because loyalties form whether you want them or not.
When I first moved to KC I did not know there was a big group of people that met in a regular basis. It took a while for me to actually get out there and I sometimes regret not doing it earlier. I had heard from other people that this was a very cliquey group of people, but I chose to just ignore the opinion of someone else and formed my own. I happened to like the group and enjoy some of the people enough to begin to form friendships from some of them. There are inside jokes like when I say the “T” word and Spyder chases me around trying to hit me, to Chimpo and I being told some day we are going to karaoke. It is a fun group of people and I like them more and more as we spend time together.
Then there is the white elephant in the room that we don’t discuss because, well it is a great elephant. Even though this person is someone that has used their web space as a creative outlet he has chosen satire as the medium. When you apply satire to politics or celebrity we all seem to be able to laugh and swallow the harsh words with relative ease… but what happens when those words touch us at a personal level. Is being a blogger and putting your thoughts out in the internet the same as being a published author? are we all fair game?
I find that a little funny since most journalist think that every day bloggers are not real writers. I have read how they pick apart people that blog about their cat or what they ate for breakfast. Well I happen to find it interesting if Meesha had captain crunch in the morning vs potato pancakes… btw Meesha, what do you eat for breakfast. So if we are so not worthy to be considered media… then why are we to be subjected to criticism and ridicule just because we have formed a group? Are we really fair game?
I am glad I am part of the group of local bloggers, I have met great minds and I am pretty sure made great friends. I use my blog as a way to organize my thoughts and present a glimpse into my point of view, but to truly get to know me you have to meet me in person. Also our group of bloggers is not a clique since anyone that wants to can show up to the events… then again, like I have always felt about respect and another lesson I learned from my Dad, I don’t like those close to me to be disrespected even in the name of satire.