Of course, I was a willing participant in groups of (allegedly) like-minded people in my younger days. Especially while living in the Grateful Dead bubble. When that culture dwindled, few of us shared much in common, as I have written about before.
I find I can no longer tolerate the judgement that seems to flourish in many groups and even in families. Judgement and gossip are toxic to relationships. Or maybe I'm just an odd, old duck who has little in common with anyone anymore and is tired of trying to fit. Anywhere.
Which is why I find satisfaction in my aloneness. I don't miss the social whirlwind of bygone days. My life here on our land has changed me-made me much more comfortable with all that I am---and am not. There is a "women's group" that meets regularly down the hill. Women my age and older attend, most of them "transplanted" and white. Some of the local women I've met around town attend these meetings, which I'm sure are enjoyable if that's your thing. But it isn't mine and the mere idea of it terrifies me. I'm sure they're all fine people, but I prefer very small groups of humans. Or one-to-one. Or nobody!