The Crazy Lady Speaks
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Was dreading speaking to a man next to me who was reading through some self-help guide for Christians and underlining and circling words and phrases on every page.
I have no problem with religions (though I myself am an atheist), but I really can't stand the type of religious person who insists on never shutting up about that topic (in my experience, normally born again Christians.)
After an hour or so of the eleven hour flight we did start talking, and not once did he mention religion in any way for the next ten hours. Instead we just talked about our lives. Turns out that, after joining a gang, dealing drugs from 13, and going to jail three times before he was 20, he then discovered God, and now spends time helping disadvantaged children, at home in California and in third world countries, and none of his work involves trying to convert the children to believe in God.
It was really nice being reminded that finding religion can turn a person's life around, and make him a better person (yes, my general view is biased heavily against religion.)
Reading about him online and the book he had on the plane were the only things I had connecting him to religion.
My case in point was this week: I was hanging out with an academic friend of mine at a conference. He lives somewhat far away, and when I do roll through town, we usually just grab a beer rather than see his house. This week, however, he revealed something that hitherto I had not known. We were talking about how the town the conference was in was sort of shady (sorry Reno) and he mentioned "Yeah, I should have brought my Glock, just in case."
"Pardon?"
"Oh yeah. Did I not tell you? I have guns. Lots of guns."
As a leftie even in Britain, and someone who is scared of even the mention of guns, this was a bit of a surprise. The difficulty/trick, I guess, is to reconcile the person you have with the person you are now presented with, and realize that they are really one and the same, just with one minor change that makes no difference to your interactions.
This happens to me much more in the US than in the UK; UK people are much of a muchness. Americans run a full-spectrum. I guess this is why politics here is so polarized.
I suspect in the UK you've unconsciously constructed an echo chamber around yourself, it's easy to do, especially in London where you can easily fall into a demographic/subculture and never interact with anyone else. Whereas when traveling you are out of your "comfort zone" and interact with a greater range of people.
People are people, and the UK has a reputation for eccentricity for a reason...
But to be shocked by that in America seems to show a rather high degree of cultural illiteracy.
No, the real trick is to use this new experience to reexamine your beliefs and assumptions to see if they need updating.
The same mechanism still exists in today's humans. Fortunately many of us are not in situations where our immediate survival is at stake. The mechanism is still there though, it just takes different forms, like having an opinion about people or things in a split second, based on what you perceive at that moment. (The reaction is likely to be different too, not fight-or-flight like in nature.) As you point out, it's often wrong, so it's much less useful to us than it used to be (although not completely useless).
I've talked to a few of them and I've been amazed, every single time, what sort of stories they bring to the table, and the sort of intellect a lot of them possessed.
After talking with an old homeless guy at length over a period of a year about literature and various other things, he carted over a basket full of books to give to me and a few of my friends - he was a huge book nerd and talked a lot about McLuhan, life, and literature.
It was pretty obvious that many people didn't have much of a high opinion of him - it was only after you've decided to so much as look at him and say something that you'd find out the truth.
I don't know what the hell happened to him, but I didn't see him after that year.
I miss him dearly.
She's a homeless woman, so she was perhaps raised by a demanding and misogynistic father figure, from whom she learned to act helpless. Then she figured out in high school that acting dumb makes boys like her. She sort of fell into the identity because it was easy -- her family, friends, and society at large fully expected her to be a dumb slut, so it was easy, even for her, to believe she was, plus she liked the attention.
That's a pretty common thread, and people are WAY more complicated than that. I've found people have rich and varied experiences, even dumb ones. That you couldn't glean anything from this girl other than that she was "stupid" maybe says more about you than about her. She has thoughts and feelings that maybe she either can't express in a way you understand, or that she doesn't care to express to someone who is clearly an outsider.
I'm just saying that people surprise me, and I have a hard time believing some girl is just irredeemably "stupid" and that's all there is to know about her.
There are plenty of people who think I'm whatever they think
I'll listen to just about anybody talk about anything. I don't find other people's beliefs particularly threatening no matter what they are. I often have people open up to me and tell me all sorts of strange stuff that I don't think they'd mention to anyone else. I have certainly had some interesting plane conversations.