What’s funny about that is so many posters complain about the well, insular view of most Taiwanese. Ah, but you’re in the UAE now. I’m sure “insular” doesn’t describe anyone in the Arab peninsula. [/quote]
Which really proves the point! It is not that the US in insular, just that Indiana can live in a community of like minded people who have similar views. It is interesting that Harvard professor Nassim Nicholas Taleb goes ove this idea in The Black Swan. I cannot remember her name but he discusses an author who wrote fiction that was not mainstream until her fiction became a hit. He believes that she was able to keep going due to the fact she living in a community of other artist and writers who were not worried about the mortgage or owning whatever car is in style. Most countries are probably insular. It just seems that as an ex-pat one is likely to hang with a ground of like minded people. I am sure that when I work on a Master’s in Speech Language Pathology in Pennsylvania that I will have few people with similar life experiences to discuss things with.
I think the key point is that it does not matter what lifestyle you choose to live, you will probably not be very happy if you choose to live in an area where people do not have similar views.[/quote]
Nail on head!!! :bravo:[/quote]
Actually, I’m not sure but I may feel exactly opposite. For many years I lived in Humboldt County, in extreme Northern California, on the coastline almost in Oregon. It’s a very beautiful area, with redwood trees, scenic coastline and pastures beside a bay, populated on one side by the raggedy blue collar working town of Eureka, with struggling loggers and fisherman and the like and on the other side by the college town of Arcata, crowned by Humboldt State University, which is renowned for its programs in forestry, fisheries, wildlife management, etc., but also has a slew of other good programs. Many hippies moved up there in the 70’s, never left, and their grand-kids are now at HSU. I moved there in 1982 to earn a degree Natural Resources (changed many times since then). I love the place dearly, with its farmer markets, samba parade, arts, music, good restaurants, good weed, and anti-war, pro-environment, anti-war, peace and love, sustainability-oriented folks. It’s a beautiful place and they’re nice people. But IT’S TOO DAMNED SMALL AND STIFLING. Sure, everyone there has traveled in Nicaragua or trekked in Nepal or gone surfing in Bali, but once you return to that tiny community of “like-minded people” you are forced to think and act like them. Not totally consciously, mind you. To a large extent one isn’t fully aware of the constant gentle, well-intentioned, sub-conscious pressures to think as they do, dress as they do, do as they do.
So it’s been immensely liberating for me to move to a massive city on the other side of the world, where people are nothing like me. They look different, act different, speak different, eat different, and have none of the prior experiences and assumptions that I do, so I am free to live and explore life anew, outside the prior constraints, and find all kinds of new avenues of thought and action that I find so much more satisfying than my old ways and which I never could have gotten to in that community of “like minded individuals”.
Damn like mindedness. Thank goodness for the freedom of different mindedness.