. . . for us to believe others are just like us?
*asks the woman who declared during her Tuesday night Women's Lit class (when pushed to explain why she had a hard time reading Virginia Woolf's "To the Lighthouse"), "I just wanted the characters to do something. I wanted them to be more like me!"*
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Interesting question. For me, part of it is not feeling alone, as SMH alluded to. You want to feel like you can understand them and they would be people you could identify with.
I think that even with the empahsis in being different and categorizing people into groups "goth," "geek," "skater," etc., there's still a deep down feeling that we're all the same -- we all want to be loved and understood and accepted.
But there's a certain immaturity in being unable to see past the differences to the fundamental three. It's just that it's easier to be with people who are more like you -- less work in trying to understand them and where they're coming from I guess.
Not to mention, they seem to get the jokes instead of having to have them explained.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense or not -- a lot of this is right off the top of my head.
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