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  • IninewCrow@lemmy.ca
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    4 days ago

    As a teen I used to go snowmobiling in the winter with my friends late at night. At the time in the 90s it was boring and it got to the point where dozens of other teens would join us in a giant parade of snowmachines outside of town. There was always a small clique of older teens that led the way and we all followed them. It was fun, it was dangerous and it was something to do.

    I remember being in the top fourth or fifth machine in a group one night and I didn’t want to ride any more. I turned off because none of it was being done with any rules or anything, people could come and go as they pleased. As soon as I turned off, all 20 machines behind me followed me home, parked at my place and asked me if there was something going on tonight. I told them I was just going home and went inside and left them alone.

    That was one of the points in my life that made me realize that people just follow whoever is in front of them without ever really realizing why.