My Self is rooted in a larger city than mine.
My Self is rooted in male comradery.
My Self falls into a group. The group isn't universal for all my traits though.
Thus comradery isn't a universal attribute in this sense.
However, if I feel I need comradery, and I'm not in familiar surroundings, I can shift to a reality of the oneness of humanity, where all share the same home.

FRIENDSHIP

Comradery, companionship and caring.

Comradery, that one more drink, that one more dance and that one more scéal.
Each creating its own story of bonding and continuing on its tradition.

Companionship, the glow you feel with their presence. No matter the weight of the heart, it's power will lift it with ease.

Caring, that one less drink, that one less story, but just one more minute. Sitting by their side minding and comforting you
against all woes and sorrows.
With no debt to be paid or collection to be made.

Comradery, companionship and caring.

My dog barks incessantly
through the night
At ghouls and ghost
Only a dog's eye can sight

For I swear when I look
There's nothing to be seen

He barks at the wind
The trees and
All in between

He barks at me
When I come to see
What has him acting
So strangely

He barks at shadows
Cast by the moon
A shadow of his tail
Has him all swooned

He barks at cars  noise and
Strangers in the night
He barks at every little thing
That cause him fright

He barks at the neighbors cat
At the neighbors fence
He sits and dispense
Of barking until spent

Breaths lap water then barks again

He barks a melody
That's well received it seems

For out of the night - the howling begins
Dogs and cats alike
They bark at the moon - they bark at each other
They bark at whatever gives
them pleasure

I get too deep in my own emotions, I never even attempt to try and bring myself back because I know that when I’m depressed they just become delusions. It’s simple to say that friendship can keep you sane but honestly, it’s the comradery the keeps me sheltered in an uncomfortable silence. Hearing about the pleasures someone can indulge in makes my heart break, then to hear them complain about the small demons they face in life just simply makes it hard to agree with their outlooks when I’ve seldom ever seen my happiness at its peak. It’s hard to think of them outside of our time together when almost every moment of my time is hard to fabricate. I love them but sometimes it feels like I have to liquidate and make my escape before I create a situation where I will negate the comfort I’ve created with them, it’s so hard not to express the feeling to leave.