[Stevenator.]

I was on vacation last June down in Sarasota, and I’d notice groups of men, be them in a grocery store, restaurant or bar. I’d notice their camaraderie, of which I’d previously be able to instinctively associate with. While observing guy group behavior, it was so foreign to me as if to try to decipher hieroglyphics. I had no more in common with them than the man in the moon. Be me, former collegiate athlete, hunter, offshoreman, landscaper, farm veterinarian, you name it. I (used to be) a typical guy. No more. But, while I still do all those things myself, the recognizable behavior that I used to so easily fall into, I didn’t have one ounce of interest in anymore. That was something that struck me as odd.