I’ve yet to find a group where I feel safe and included. I’ve tried a lot and sought out many but I feel like it all comes down to the same thing: I feel like a wallflower. I’ve always been jealous of those with an inner group–an exclusive few that I feel an equal of. As we stumbled across the French Quarters, tripping on displaced cobblestones and skipping through puddles of unknown origin, a friend tells me he think he knows me. Whether or not there is truth to that, he says “I know at the end of the day, you want to feel loved and validated” which I replied “isn’t that a universal truth?” I think we all long for that connectivity that sets us in a network and community that supports us and loves us.