It is the over riding story. There's the pack. The accepted and acceptable. Then there are the weirdos. People like myself. At some point in early childhood or even puppyhood you react in a manner that the tribe dislike. A dog bites a hand that moved too quickly and they must from then on wear a muzzle .this informs the tribe that the dog is bad. From there on each interaction begins with the assumption that the dog is bad.
Children have a moment when n adult loses their temper and calls them a bad boy. From then on the pattern continues. The teacher encourages this feeling of being bad. I know personally that deep down I feel bad. And as life churns on these people find themselves with teachers, social workers, magistrates, judges, prison officers. Once you are in the bad club it is usually for life. A few recover but you are talking low percentages. From then on its crime, drug addiction.
I've always felt this strong tribe thing. The in crowd. The acceptable. Then the rejects. With people it is mental hospitals and prisons. With dogs its lethal injection.
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