Which Gang do you Belong To?
June 30 by Craig Harper | Uncategorized

Lessons on the Freeway
So there I was, cruising along the freeway at 110 kph (70mph) on my big, comfortable Suzuki, complete with the electric (up/down) screen to deflect wind and rain, full-face helmet (which covers the entire head, including face), waterproof jacket (with body-armour inserts) and waterproof gloves, when a guy on a Harley passes me doing around 120 kph (75 mph). Gotta say, he looked much cooler than me. Complete with open-face helmet (no face protection), a pair of teeny tiny sunglasses, no gloves, no screen (to deflect wind), some ripped jeans and an old leather jacket (not waterproof) with his gang symbol on the back. He probably thought I was just another big tosser on a Japanese bike. He may have been right.
Commitment to the Cause
With the wind nearly blasting his head off (courtesy of his open-face helmet) , the cold giving him frostbite on his fingers, face and knees and the combined noise of a Harley with shotgun exhaust pipes (that means loud!!) and an open-face helmet at 120 kph deafening him, I had to respect his commitment to his gang, the uniform and the code.
The code that says: no synthetic blue jackets with body armour (they are for sissies like me), no full-face helmets (also for girly-men) and gloves are only to be worn in snowstorms. The code that says, ‘this is our uniform’. Looking at his contorted face (courtesy of the wind) as he flew by, I began to think about the way we humans love to belong and the price we’re prepared to pay for that membership. To our gang. Our group. Our church. Our click. Our team. To something bigger than us.
The Cost of Membership
But what I really pondered as I cruised along (it was a long ride) was whether belonging was more likely to be a positive or a negative in our lives over the long term. Is it always good to belong? When isn’t it? What compels so many of us to ‘join’?
Part of it is that we’re social creatures, and on a level, we love being in a ‘family’. However, sometimes in our efforts to belong, we compromise our values and beliefs, we lie to ourselves and we do anything we can to be accepted. Belonging (to something) can make us feel better about ourselves. If only for a while. It can also make us feel trapped.
Sometimes being a member of a group means security. Sometimes it means pressure. Sometimes it means ‘keeping up’, conforming and ticking the boxes. Sometimes belonging to a group can define us. It can also be where we lose ourselves. Sometimes in an effort to find ourselves we actually become a clone of others.
Many people want to belong to something, no matter what. The thought of not belonging terrifies them. Somewhere and somehow they have learned that they’re not good enough, worthy enough or valuable enough on their own. They’re deficient unless they’re part of a collective.
I’m not against belonging to a group (I’ve been involved in many) but I think once we all start to look, sound, walk and talk the same, alarm bells should ring. I don’t think my purpose is to be a replica, cyborg or mouthpiece for someone else’s ideas, message or mission. I think my purpose is to live a life in alignment with my core values. Whatever that means and whatever that requires.
If you belong to a group and you can honestly say that your life is better for the ‘membership’, then my advice would be to stay. If your membership (involvement in, or obligation to, the group) means something not quite so positive, then maybe it’s time for you to discover who you are beyond the group identity, the collective mindset, the gang rules and the weight of expectation.
It might just be the most liberating and empowering thing you ever do.
You’re welcome. =)
Some Discussion Questions:
1. Have you ever ‘lost yourself’ in a gang?
2. Have you ever lost a friend or family member? (no naming of specific groups please)
3. Are you a member of a gang that makes your world a better place?
4. What should we consider when we’re thinking of joining a gang?
5. What advice do you have for people who feel stuck (trapped) in a gang (situation, group, organisation)?
* Feel free to answer as many or as few as you like. Or… just add your general thoughts on the post. :)
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I’m assuming question 2 is supposed to have “due to a gang” somewhere in its text.
1. USAF, Boy Scouts.
2. Once a friend, then he left the ‘gang,’ and it was good again.
3. No, but was (USAF, Boy Scouts).
4. Are you joining to belong or because of shared goals/interests? If it’s just to belong that’s dangerous.
5. Go Nomad.
I’m in your “gang” (sort of) but its not because I’m in your gang, its because I share the principles and values regarding safety and love of the body I inhabit and detest the thought of massive amounts of flesh being shaved off on tarmac/pavement in the hopefully unlikely event of an accident.
By the same token, I don’t think your Harley rider is necessarily by the attire-choices he’s made is “joining” a gang or identifying with a gang as much as he’s devaluing those things we value or discounting the likelihood of an accident due to machismo possibly or an over-inflated sense of control and skill.
I say that, because although I suit up as you do on my BMW and love the bike and riding, I so INfrequently join the other Beemer riders on group rides, etc.
Craig -
Like your pragmatic approach to this subject. I think that like many things in life joining a group or tribe can be beneficial or detrimental. I know that I’m not a great joiner of groups – I like one to one interaction more than being in a pack. I can see the appeal of a gang though for the shared energy ideas and sense of belonging. I’ll keep exploring this and see what I learn – another pragmatic approach to life.
Phil
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I’d say that, yes, I do belong to a “gang,” although we don’t think of ourselves that way. It is definitely a world-beneficial gang, and it is also personally beneficial. I have belonged to other “gangs” in the past when I was younger where indeed I have seen people lose themselves, where losing oneself is stressed. This particuilar “gang” I’m in stresses individuality more, with certain protocols to be followed but with great individual freedom to adapt those protocols in many ways. It’s added immeasurably to my life and gives me a sense of community wherever I may go.
My friends are like gang. We are doing almost everything together and it is great. E.g. you feel sad or tired of working. Actually you don’t want to do anything at all! But then ‘gang calls’ and people always know what to say to help you to start moving and have some action. So for me its extremely useful to have gang of peoples who really KNOWS me. I don’t think its a good idea to participate in any gang just because you have same bike or whatever. Its all about communication. If people are friends someway – it totally worths to be part of.
There’s a difference between a “gang” and a “team.” But what is it?
Joining the gang or continuing to be part of the gang will depend if I’m going to be a consumer or producer within the gang. In some, I will be a consumer and some others I’ll be a producer (it can also be I’m both in some gangs). So whether I’m getting enriched or I enrich others is the key question.
I lost my brother to this so called gangs. He just wanted to belong to a group. This so called brotherhood of them is really stupid. Because of my brother’s eagerness to belong to a group, it caused him his life.
I blame myself for not watching him close enough.
Everyday I try to belong to something, yet everyone casts me out… My life belongs to the LK, nobody else pays no regard to me. You people may say gangs are “stupid” but you never went through the shit we went through. How would you feel if everyone you ever talk to just ignores you and alienates you? You become cold, lonely, desperate to be a part of something. I did, I was a happy child always outgoing wanting peoples acceptance, all I got was a childhood and teen years of being ignored, loathed, casted out so I became a petty criminal breaking into houses and tieing up people in their homes and torturing them. Deep down nobody gives a fuck, you try to be a good person and a good friend but everyone just fucks you over. The human mind is pray on the weak, they thought I was weak because I gave my heart and friendship out being vulnerable, but when you let down your walls they abuse you. No child should have to grow up in the judicial system, so nobody wants to accept me, they gang will. I can get back at those people by putting a bullet in their skull, and it will be better than the meaningless sex