Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The cultural divide... there is no escaping it sometimes.

If you do any reading about Mexican culture or if you live here and aren't cocooned in an expat enclave, you will come up against the differences pretty quickly. Most of the time, they are just interesting or the cause of mild misunderstandings.

There are times though when it takes a lot of restraint to try and do things the way they are done here. Mexican society is a lot more polite than the US version, it takes longer to say hello and goodbye and no one wants to be the bearer of bad news or to show anger or cause embarrassment. My culture is more direct, less accommodating, more likely to spit out dissatisfaction, quicker to anger and, I like to think, also quicker to let it go. We put great value on 'plain speaking' and here it is not seen as a positive, it is rude and causes discomfort.

Unlike many ex-pats, I don't see an inherent advantage of one over the other. If you are quick to anger then you need to be quick to let it go. On the other hand, if anger is deep and held close to smolder then you need to avoid it when possible.

I do recognize though that I am like a cookie from a mold and that it is unlikely that I will ever change my initial reactions or the comfort of my way of reacting. So, I try to keep a rein on my reactions, try to blend in better, try to not say exactly what I think right when I think it. I think that if I miss anything about my old homeland it is that I miss speaking directly, showing my irritation and then moving on.

There are things that I don't like and that I have tried to accommodate or understand or plain wait and see if they get better or start making sense to me. It's hard for me to figure out the line between letting things go and feeling unhappy about it and being too abrupt or rude and making what seems to others to be a scene over something unimportant. It's the not knowing how to both stand up for what you want and also not damage the relationships involved that is a huge conundrum for me. I can't find the sweet spot, the path to getting my point across but not being abrasive about it.

When I think about being fluent culturally, it is finding this sweet spot that I mean. I think that language is just one part of learning to live in another culture. As other bloggers have mentioned, you can be fluent in the language and still not at all fluent in the culture. Moving to another country involves learning both, the language and the culture. It's tough, it's fascinating and I think it is the real draw for me. I have no idea what it feels like to be fluent in either but I ponder it a lot and I over-analyze it constantly.

9 Comments:

Blogger Steve Cotton said...

As the king of "over-analyzing," I really appreciate this post. I suspect that people raised in one culture will never really fully understand another. That is why people like TE Lawrence simultaneously fascinate us while we shake our heads.

8:22 AM  
Blogger DreamWoven said...

excellent post dear friend. funny... the familiarity chord was struck through the entire reading. i have always felt the same way, except that i have grown up in the u.s. and am still here.

so... what happened? i kept reading, then looking at the pics wondering, "oh oh... what went wrong?"

8:44 AM  
Blogger Nancy said...

We perceive the world based on our experience, and there is no way to change the past.

But saying that, having watched my son over his 18 years living in Mexico, being fully immersed but still with a life NOB, that it is possible to get close. I think it takes a real empathetic nature and and sensitivity to others, though...and I think you have both.

11:00 AM  
Blogger Calypso said...

Great Post Amiga - I think the rest of us are in that same boat.

I admire the way Anita is straight forward - even with her closet friends. There is something about her frankness and general kindness that give her that license - one I don't have.

Add to that generally - what you so correctly explained as the second part to the cultural divide of living in Mexico - the different culture as well as the language barriers.

The fact that you are aware and mulling all this over is a credit to you and certainly a benefit to those you will interact with. If you find a specific answer or two - email them to me - Please.

11:41 AM  
Blogger Theresa in Mèrida said...

¿Qué pasó? My dad is as latin as they come, and he used to blow up all the time. Then he was over it, we all ran around like chickens with our heads cut off and then we were over it. That is also part of the latin culture. I see it all the time, it's how you do it that makes the difference. Haven't you ever heard about the explosive latin temper? Remember Ricky Ricardo and Lucy? Hmmm, okay, maybe it's Cubans that are that way.
Disregard my last.
Theresa

12:36 PM  
Blogger Jonna said...

Now I'm wondering if it is just me. Theresa has a point, I do see huge explosive arguments here. Not often and never between people I know well enough to figure out what happened. Plus, there are the fairly common stories of someone being ripped off by another, getting really mad and then a year later they are doing business together again. This is without even getting into the dynamics within families.

I just don't know. I am lost at sea here, but it's a lovely voyage.

5:07 PM  
Blogger Jonna said...

Oh, and the pictures had nothing to do with it. I just liked them and I like having pictures in the blog, it seems easier to read when the words wrap around a picture of something interesting.

5:09 PM  
Blogger Islagringo said...

This subject is so dear to my heart that I could write a book on it. I'll just say that you are not alone in this struggle.

10:00 PM  
Blogger Oxcutzcab said...

I lose my temper in Merida while driving. A more inconsiderate inept bunch of drivers would be hard to find anywhere. So I have taken great pleasure in becoming a real bull in my politically incorrect 4x4. I'm the Queen of the Glorietas. And I can curse as loud and bad as I want.
And then, some days it doesn't bother me. What's the rush? Being a little bipolar gives texture to life.
Oxcutzcab

4:21 PM  

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