You're not a local, are you?
Friday, May 30th @ 4:37 PM
Recently I shared a story of when I first moved to NZ and being asked by a local 'You're not from around here, are you?' I said I was and he laughed saying 'Oh no, I have been here for 46 years and am still not a local!' He went on to say 'What does your husband do?'
I smiled at his assumptions which I believe could be: that being local required time or place of birth; I was heterosexual; a woman of a certain age and thus married; if so, my husband would be the breadwinner.
In sharing the story, I recalled battling with a desire to be provocative and challenge his paradigm; wondered if it would be unreasonable to be unkind when perhaps he was just being polite. I responded politely but wonder now if I was happy with my reply. Was the reason I didn't challenge his assumptions an act of kindness or assuming responsibility for him in my belief that he couldn't hear my message? Was I being authentic by colluding with his assumptions or patronising as I fixed him as someone with a fixed perspective? Or am I completely wrong in my assumptions and he had information about me that made his questioning perfectly reasonable?
I have retold this story repeatedly for it symbolises the depth and complexity of myths. Another perspective coming from a philsophical/spiritual perspective might be possible. Was this man prepared to bear the shame, ridicule and mileage this story has afforded to open up the dialogue for all who read this story or hear it, to question where we fix reality and avoid 'seeing what is really there'?
What do you think?