…I look at groups of friends. They might not be identical, not even all that Stepford-y, really. But there are similarities. A’s hair is pulled back in the same way as B’s. C’s earrings are a different color, but the same style as A’s. A, B and C are all the same height, within a couple of inches. They all drive cars whose worth is within a couple hundred bucks of each other.
(An aside: Are we drawn to people like us, or do we become who we’re with?)
And I think, “It’d be really nice to have a group of friends that I looked like and sounded like and thought like. It’d just be so easy.”
(Image from here.)
And in the same moment, a second thought: “If I found a group of people just like me, I’d walk away within 5 minutes, muttering under my breath, ‘What a bunch of assholes!'”