The final chapter.
It may come as a surprise to many Zacatitans, but I really don’t think Zac is a problem to be fixed. Read the post title again. Just wasn’t my cup of tea, that’s all, and that’s life. Adults understand and accept that life is a far cry from that of a big one-for-all and all-for-one Kumbaya circle-jerk. Sure, I could have toughed it out to see how it would be like in “winter” with full occupancy, as I was advised to do. But I think I got taste enough of that via the 500 member Facebook group.
I found Zac far too tightly nit, high-school clique like, and intransigent—reminiscent of some Sovietesque zeitgeist born of diasporatic origins; but modernized…dominated by various forms of politically correct and progressive thought, adjudicated by uppity white connected women with plenty of husband money…where dissension is not tolerated from outsiders, with bromides like “community” tossed about as endless admonitions—such that insiders get to evade the fact that they’re really being chided and chilled into conformity with what’s expected; a cage of their own design. Or, they don’t get invited into pretty cages, euphemistically called parties.
I have no need of solidarity or conformity in my life. I associate with whom I please; don’t much care about others…until I do—because they’ve become meaningful to me. There’s no such thing as a group, community, or social “conscience.” Only individuals possess that faculty, exercised individually; and in terms of reason, the individual mind is a reality integrating organ, not a reality creating device.