One of the more interesting things about growing up in the united states is that the country is so big and diverse that you can spend a great deal of time seeing amazing things within its borders. Before the globalization of inexpensive communication, there was a distinct cultural element between the northeast, south, Midwest, southwest, west coast, and Pacific Northwest.
The same happens every time you cross a countries borders on the globe. A strong national identity usually exists, and there is a healthy way the culture sets up its rules and regulations for the people to live. Call it a way of life or in a sense geographic or cultural identity.
When you do more than go on a vacation for a few weeks in a country, you soon realize how many differences there are in where you and what you grew up with to learn the new rules or way of life that is accepted as the norm. Neither are good, nor are either bad, but there can be a vast chasm of what one feels as different as a norm of life.
A simple example is a man was walking behind me in the street and started laughing at the way I was walking. He mentioned it was his countries humor, to which I referred, “guess you have to be (insert country name) to understand the humor, to the rest of the world, it could easily come across as rude. however, if it made you laugh, enjoy it.”
When one is raised and born inside the culture, this communication is known and comfortable. When people come from different places, it is a recipe for easy miscommunication to happen. Perhaps that is why so much unrest is available in the way people are treating each other with social media and the texting generation we have today? It is simpler to dismiss or blast that which is different than take the time to understand where the other came from, and their walk in life.
I have a few topics to write about these days, and one is immigrant eyes. For whatever reason, I am looking into them in this country, and I quickly could probably search and understand them. It is a bit like shell shock where you land in a space that is different, and the social norm expects you to assimilate in 10 minutes to fit into their version of life. It is a noble idea, but the reality is it will take more than 10 minutes for people to let go, change, and move forward in a new place, space, and way of life.
I have a lot. I would love to write about these days, yet, I don’t think the world wants or could care much about looking inside ourselves. We seem to be too busy and are blaming everyone else for what isn’t going right.
such is the oddity of life, no?