How dare he know me so well...

I've been reading a lot about tribal life lately.  I read the book One Thousand White Women for book club. It's a fictionalized account of a secret government program in the 1870s where 1000 women were recruited to be Cheyenne brides and have children with the Indians so that the two cultures would be assimilated peacefully. (Didn't work.)  Now I'm reading Roots by Alex Haley and the beginning of the book is all about African tribal life in the 1700s.  Tribal life seemed to work pretty well for lots of people for thousands of years.  Tribal life is pretty cool!  Now I want to try tribal life! 

I casually told Mitch about the books and he listened to me and said "mm hmm" every now and then, and I thought I was mostly just talking to myself until I said, "I like tribal life.  I'd like to try it," and he said, "YOU WOULD HATE TRIBAL LIFE!  YOU WOULD BE TERRIBLE AT IT!" 

Um, excuse me?  How offensive.  How can this man who has only known me more than half my life know if I would or would not be terrible at tribal life?  So what if I'm not exactly a social butterfly, am a bit of a feminist, would prefer to do things by myself, and am not crazy about camping-out.  SO WHAT.  When I got mad and told him if we were living the tribal life, I'd kick him out of my lodge/hut for insulting me so, he said, "See! You can't even get along with me!  You'd be SO BAD AT TRIBAL LIFE!"