September Surrender: Day Twelve
It’s time to go home. It’s been one of the best weeks of my life. But the inevitable march of time has brought us to the end. And until the next event I fortunately get to share with my new friends, I’m left with my own assessment of how it all went, especially in regards to my own place within the group dynamic universe.
For one, I got along with everyone. I was a bit worried about that, but I had at least one meaningful conversation with everyone in the group. There was bonding between us all, that’s for sure, even if some of the time I wandered off on my own, a little electron circling the core, furiously jotting down notes to save for later.
One interesting thing I noticed is that I wasn’t the funniest one out of us, something I’m not entirely used to. I could feel my jokes not landing and I was transported back to grade school when I’d do the same thing and feel such disappointment in myself, wondering if they weren’t laughing because they didn’t like me. It wasn’t the same this time around. It was just that people didn’t laugh in that moment, but found other things that were funny. In the end, it wasn’t even about that. We were a team, a unit, a group so strong that not even several kids screaming the entire flight home could ruin our charge.
While I may not have had the opportunity to pair off with another individual and really ignite the chemistry, I’m finally in a position where I have a group of people who’ll have my back on things based solely on principle. When you have a bonding session like this, traveling the world with a virtual group of strangers who get along by default, it can go either very well, or quite poorly. I’m happy to report the former had no choice but to happen, because that’s how great the group was. And I’m glad that we’re continuing to take steps forward in keeping in touch, making it happen from this day forward. It’s like I’m part of a very particular fraternity house whose colors won’t run because of the rich history we’ve built our foundation on. Whatever the case may be, we all shared something special that can last a nuclear lifetime.
I’ll be back tomorrow with a more cohesive entry if jetlag doesn’t take my will to stay attracted to the process.
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