People who moved "early" or just plain quickly are generally gonna fall into four categories.
1. The fucking crazies. (A teeny tiny percentage)
2. People who can afford it. (A small percentage)
3. Young people who have no attachments or financial responsibilities. (A good chunk)
4. Shiftless dirty fucking hippy nomad types. (A giant swathe)
For what it's worth, category three will grow up and adjust to the coolness vibe after maybe a period of assholery, and it seems like category one and four get stomped on pretty hard and leave.
As for the general drama of it all, well, ostracism has to be public and has to be loud. Calling it "Drama" and trying to position oneself "Above it all" ends up not working, because drama is basically the go-to method for dealing with bad people when you aren't utilizing the state.
Drama comes with the territory, frankly. Makes it hard for some people. I fucking hate that shit, but I'll do it. Somebody is bad, and you've tried talking to them about it and they're assholes, you call them out publicly. Making a big stink about how it's "None of anyone else's business." is kinda missing the point. Ostracism IS MAKING IT EVERYONE ELSE'S BUSINESS.
It's ugly and stressful but it's what people like us have when we've tried all the other non-force methods.
Hell, any dispute resolution by nature is totally centered around dragging another person or people into the mix.
Haha. Word.
I find theres a difference between "ostracism" and generally being a twat.
Its pretty fucking hard to ostracize someone. It really is. All they have to do is stop trying to hang around your group, and your ostracism is basically crapped out.
However - check out this little scenario, and see if it makes you feel a little shitty around the gills...
I cut wood, and lots of it. Its my bread. I have loads and loads, cut that shit all summer.
People normally buy cords of my wood, and I count on it. I have like, a thousand cords, all stacked up.
Nobody really buys cords of woods in the summer, don't need it. The mad dash starts in the fall.
I sell a cord to Ostracized Asshole in September.
I don't pay much attention to the trivialities of The Shire Drama Club.
Nobody's buying my wood. Mid-October, I'm in Fandango's Saloon, lamenting my dry-spell of cordwood sales. Fandango tells me, "Dude, didn't you know? You sold a cord of wood to Ostracized Asshole, and I shouldn't even be selling you a beer..."
I don't know about you, but I can't be expected to keep abreast of every ostracized asshole, I don't log-on to the Ostracized Asshole Database and see who's on the shit-list.
But I do know one thing... if I conducted a fair transaction with the Ostracized Asshole, and I got no beef with him... but the fuckinasshole who has a grudge against him cost me about thirty grand in sales -- I might be paying a rude visit to someone, and it probably won't be the Ostracized Asshole.