In 1970 I was in the 2nd grade. The teacher had been indoctrinating us with the notion of majorities and having us vote for stuff. So there was something that ‘we’ had decided to do as a class that I disagreed with or didn’t want to do, and a classmate said, “Oh well, majority rules.” It wasn’t something that I needed to be obstinate about to the point of getting shoved into the Principal’s office. Given that, I had no choice but to go along with whatever it was. I don’t fault the little girl for saying that. I know that she was just being a good little sheep-drone and all, but to be honest, over the years situations where it becomes clear that my agreement or disagreement is irrelevant in the face of some group dynamic has caused me to feel a certain amount of disenfranchisement.My desire is always to live life individually, and to allow society and other subset groups go this way and that at their whim.