Not long after I arrived in the Netherlands I felt disappointed by the quality and variety of food available on the stands of grocery stores.
Oh my buddha, is everything really only available in boxes, freezers, tins, etc?. Where do I find uncooked beans?! I cried to myself in mild frustration.
Like anyone either too lazy to bother understanding why things are the way they are or just bent on believing that their way of doing things is better, I, too, decided to conjure up theories consistent with my version of reality.
Do “they” know how much better food tastes when cooked from “scratch”? Why do “they” give “them” (companies) so much power to decide what food is supposed to taste like by allowing them pre-cook it according to their caprices and put it on the shelves? Big companies, it must be them. Packing things for convenience and profit and spending part of the profit to convince us that we’re better off with their “new product”.
On and on I’d conjure up conspiracy theories the size of my frustration all while getting a dose of “feel good” from the idea that “our” way is better and that I should be “proud of our” stores and they food the sell.
I think society is fraught with that sort of cheap self-delusion. Yours might not manifest itself in the exact same way, but too often, when confronted with the foreign, we go on the defence, grab our verbal weapons (hopefully that is all we grab) and wage wars in the name of our narrow mindedness to protect ourselves from the “dangers” of reality. When we feel lost or confused we run to collective pride and try to hang on to whatever artificial construct of pride we can find in search of some fake sense of control. Empty of substance we fill our heads with empty pride.
Having lived here long enough, I now laugh at the insanity of my self delusions. I realised, at long last, that cultural practices aren’t necessarily the product of deliberate decisions we make, but the common denominator of our collective wishes acting beyond our control. That in order to understand “them” you need, as best you can, attempt a walk in “their” shoes. If you walk in their shoes long enough you’ll realise that if anyone were to be born under your conditions, they’d probably be as drenched in artificial pride as you.
I’ve started to find it odd that people say things like “be proud of your country/food/culture/language,etc”. The idea seems to be that your “country/food/etc” is better than that of “others” and as some sort of recognition you should sound the trumpet of pride and clothe yourself with glory. My objection to the idea is not rooted in some sort of self-pity, inherent emptiness and irrationality of the idea of collective pride.
I don’t think the idea of pride in any collective attribute, such as culture, is rational. I admit that certain individuals within a group may have a well-grounded rational sense of collective pride. However, that doesn’t apply to the majority of us. At least not those of us that advertise pride anyway.
Let’s look at language: you may speak a language known to be difficult by a large portion of the world’s populace and feel “proud” to be able to speak it without problems. However, the majority of the speakers of your language would have had no direct influence on the status of the language and probably don’t even remember learning it. They’d have made less effort than someone trying hard to learn it as a second language. Any pride that comes from that is nothing short of delusion. While you may be proud of your ability to express yourself in your language, pride in the language itself is futile.
A short and honest reflexion on being “proud of my country” will lead to similar conclusions. It’s fine and all to like/prefer/love your country, but at least be honest enough to accept that pride is not the word that describes your affection to your “homeland”. You can no more be proud of your country than the lottery of nature can be proud of planting your country on dry land. I think both are equally ridiculous propositions.
My point is this: you can be proud of the things you worked hard to achieve, things you can influence or change the course of. You can be proud of your ability to play a sport for which you practiced hard, the fruits of your labour, the fact that you deliberately may have changed lives for good, your act of giving and helping others (if you want to be proud of your humility that is). Your mother can love you and be proud of you. She LET you live and has/had a lot of say in what you do/think/say etc. You, however, may love her and APPRECIATE all of that and invoke pride whenever you want to emphasise your appreciation.
Ataturk, George Washington, Amelia Earhart, Nelson Mandela, Benazir Bhutto,and a many unsung heroes, these people, for example, can be proud of their countries. They made efforts to change their countries and the consequences are still felt today. Without them things would have been different.
It’s funny how these are also the least likely to preach the gospel of “pride”.
As 2014 retires and ushers in a new year. As new hopes, new homes, new friends, new lovers, new losses and new gains queue in the factory of yearly events. As you face the foreign forces coming up your way: love more, hate less, pride less, pride more, laugh more, meet more, kiss more (the same person if you can), make more love and less (verbal or other kind of) war.
After all, it’s a friggin’ new year and you’re not growing younger. So Pete’s sake, make it a better one!!!