It occurred to me this morning that the underling tone of this small town is irreverence. Those who are from here do not understand. Those who move here somehow fall into the trap that if it is not like the other stuff, then it is certainly not acceptable. That goes for people as well. If one’s mindset is a bit different say with high values and respect, then they are treated with a high degree of irreverence to the point of undermining.
A friend said to me not long ago, that I would not know what to do when I moved to a place and was treated with respect again. I wondered what she really meant at the time, however yesterday it hit me squarely between the eyes. Once again I was treated so poorly and with such little regard, not just personally however for my property as well. And that treatment of my property also carries over to the town.
So the friend was right on because I wonder sometimes how I survive this mindset. I have to stay to myself for the most part and operate from a survival mode of self protection. It is now a profound necessity to prevent meddling in my affairs and making matters even worse.
Just behind my building is a smaller one with a small owner both in stature and mindset. That little building is much like a hornets nest. Get too close and you will be stung if you do not think the same as he does and those in his chosen group. One such as myself can be pulled in thinking it is the neighborly thing to do, then before long, it is a stinging situation of irreverence. One to be avoided. One to say to hell with and one to pretend does not exist on my block.
So to survive one must stand tall. Be their own council and keep their pearls to them self in an effort to prevent being crushed. More importantly one must keep the vision they will leave and hopefully soon. That the next person who buys the building sets the stage to turn it all around.
I so see the lane ahead as clear and beautiful.