That's 'pack' not 'herd'

Humans are pack animals. I don't mean beasts of burden like pack mules. I mean we've evolved to come together, not stay apart. Being alone all the time is unnatural to us. Yes, we all have figurative burdens to bear, ha-ha-ha. But whether you have a big *stereotype ethnicity* family, or if it's just you and your spouse against the world, we're wired to be happiest as part of a pack. Me? I'm actually stupider by myself.

I like to think I'm pretty sharp, pretty perceptive in general. My grandma used to call me "Eagle Eye." By myself though, I've been becoming a bumble-klutz. I trip more often, I forget things, I bump into stuff. I've dropped my cellphone more in the past nine and a half months than I probably did in that many years. In July, I locked my keys in the car for the first time since like 2011. This is all only when I'm alone.

I've heard it's pretty common with elderly couples, where one dies and the widow/widower starts to decline mentally. So when I claim my wife kept me sane, it's no bullshit. Don't get me wrong, sometimes it's nice to be alone, sitting with my thoughts and freely crying as the mood takes me. But I'll take just about any opportunity to be in a pack, to indulge the part of my brain that lights up around company. I'm less clumsy in a pack. I'd look up some psychology study to corroborate this concept, but I'm alone right now, and every time I try typing terms into Google, my grief-addled head just makes my fingers write "taco muffin taco muffin taco muffin."