The Fictive Kinship Guild

I do not know what will happen this term in the nebulous world of grading.
So funny that we do place such emphasis on letters. Really? Uh huh.

I finished my finals today and am so tired it is scary. But, I had the weekly meeting of the Fictive Kinship Guild. We ate, drank, and bonded. As Jer put it so eloquently, these nights "make me whole".

Such.
Wonderful.
People.
Period.

Just so you know what defines fictive kinship:
"Fictive kinship is the process of giving someone a kinship title and treating them in many ways as if they had the actual kinship relationship implied by the title. People with this relationship are known as fictive kin. Fictive kinship is also known as relatedness.

Fictive kinship is seen by most current anthropologists as working alongside (or within) but not replacing traditional kinship."

I have waited my whole life for these nights of eating and bonding. Although I know a plethora (thank you fifth grade GT for that word) of friends and have gathered for fun often, it is unparalleled to have gatherings at MY house, cooking and eating with people that all get along and are so damn beautiful.

Thanks to the world for my life,
Dustin

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