Why am I writing in English?
First of all, because I’m a newcomer and I should practice my writing skills; second, because that’s the way the thought captured my attention.
Anyway, my thinking cap is determined by that situation which, in some way, involves not the emigrants (my condition) but those who remained on their native land.
There must be a hidden reason why some of the emigrants’ relatives, friends or even simple acquaintances are sure that your way of living abroad must be devastating, terribly sad and overwhelming. For the same reason, even though you are hearty laughing describing some interesting thing you saw during your last hilarious trip, you can feel that they’re in somehow looking forward to hearing about the sad side of your story. Yes! They are not interested in your hilarious descriptions of places and people, but they’re waiting for that terrible element in the story which would allow them to say something like this, “Seeeeeeee, I wassssssss righttttt! You should have listened to my advice! Why are you there? You could be so lucky here! Come on, Guys! Consider it as if it was a long vacation and COME BACK TO YOUR WONDERFUL, AMAZING, FANTASTIC LAND!”
Believe me. I’m not emphasizing anything. That’s the sensation and that’s the majority of people’s expectation.
Let’s assume that I’m going to tell about my last wonderful interview. The way the interviewer looked at me in devotion (don’t be bad! It’s just a dream), and the offer the company (the most important in the world!) proposed me at the end of the meeting. What would be your natural expectation? Mine, would be to hear they are so happy for me; or, at least, they are sure that, despite the big change in my life, I was right saying that everything could have been better than there where they still live.
Unfortunately, that’s just a dream and I’m especially talking with reference to my expectation. If I told some of them of the above mentioned hypothetical interview, they would look for the most worried tone of voice before to say to me something like this, “Don’t worry Claudia! That’s just the first step to go in the job market. In 20 years, I’m sure you will find something closer to your professional profile!”
Please, don’t go back to read again because you have perfectly understood what I wrote (or, preferably, I’ve perfectly written what I meant). The truth is that they haven’t heard a single word of what I was trying to tell. The truth is that the majority of people needs to know that you were wrong thinking that your life abroad could have been better and, meanwhile, that the best choice in their life was to remain there.
That’s the starting point of this post: Why do people, to better accept their own fragilities, need to think that you are terribly sad? It wouldn’t make sense to try to explain them thousands times that you’re happy, satisfied, that the only thing you need is time to become more comfortable with the pace of your new life and time to have the opportunity to enjoy more things as possible.
My opinion is that some people were born to experience their lives (mentally and physically speaking) despite the place, the race, the age and all possible changeable elements in their adventure through a crazy world. Those people are part of an endless-flowing stream of any kind of inputs. It could sound as a paradox, but they know that they can relax everywhere because the only thing they need is to feel as a part of a big painting. They belong to the world and they don’t want love to be close, but they want Love to be in!
Other people need quieter lives. They need to stay where they were born because they feel better considering themselves as a piece of a puzzle. They feel comfortable living in that piece, with the things they already know. Maybe, they fought to achieve that piece and given that they don’t like to consider themselves as a part of a stream, they never would change the state of things. They’re not wrong! They’re different. They want Love to be close.
They are wrong when they start to think that anything which is different is even worse.
Finally, could you imagine me taking the subway with two bags, a smart -casual attire, completely lost in this kind of lucubration? In English?
The fact is that the only thing I should do when someone is evidently distorting the meaning of my story, is to cry, and cry, and cry to make him/her feel so bad to try to figure out a way to encourage me and my decision. Inverse psychology.
It would be great! It would be really hilarious, wouldn’t it?
