I just returned from the International House in Taipei. This is where I lived initially when I arrived, and where most of my friends in Taiwan still live. As this is my last weekend in Taiwan, it was appropriate for me to head up there and do a little drinking with the residents. Unfortunately I seem to have stepped on a few toes while I was there. I haven’t yet internalized the do’s and don’ts apparently.
Firstly, there was a local Taiwanese girl, who, at some point, I was led to believe had a pronounced interest in practicing English with me. I can’t remember if it was she or a mutual friend that said so, but I do remember being told that we were to speak english together at some point, so she could get better at it. Such being the case, every time I see her, I ask her when we are going to practice our English, and tonight being my last night at I-house, I said that it had probably better be soon. Somehow my lighthearted prodding to practice a foreign language was not interpreted in the same spirit, and I soon found myself face to face with a girl in tears, and a crowd of Asians scowling at me for my insensitivity. Before my American readers assume I was being drunk and belligerent, let me assure you I had not been drinking too much yet, and the transition from laughter to tears took only seconds. I guess she didn’t like to be “forced to speak english.” My bad. Interestingly, this was only the beginning of my trespasses for the evening.
To add to the list, there is the matter of a journal, being filled by everyone in the house who knew a recent resident, to be used in the creation of some kind of video for her, now that she has returned to Japan. As she was one of few residents to actually keep my phone number and continually invite me to group events, I really should have contributed to this book. Yet, as my family, and perhaps some of my friends know, I just don’t do well with these kinds of sentiments. What do you say to someone when it can only be one thing, and it has such weight to it. For the same reason I hate writing thank you notes and letters in general, I put this off, saying I would get to it before I left, and ultimately left without ever getting to it. This is sure to cause some disturbance. I’ve disappointed people. So while it didn’t actually offend anyone last night, it is like a little offensive time bomb, waiting to let somebody down.
Finally, we were all talking, rather casually, about seeing a movie together sometime before I left, and I expressed my excitement that, since our newest ATO intern wanted to see the same movie, I would be able to introduce her to the I-house kids. I really wanted to get that done before I left, because their community has been so important to me during my time here. I wanted to make sure she has some friends. When they learned that she had several Taiwanese relatives, they all acted like it was unimportant for her to meet them, as she certainly already had plenty of friends. I responded quickly “Yeah but all old fucking people, she needs some friends too.” Even though I have been here for nearly 4 months now, I was totally unprepared for the response.
Shock, disgust, anger… all are appropriate words to describe their reactions. Apparently this level of casual disrespect for elderly relatives crossed an important line. The thing was, I hadn’t even meant to insult anyone, it just never occurred to me to think of my relatives as a substitute for friends my own age. It may be an individual peculiarity, or more indicative of American culture in general, I’m not sure, but I just haven’t been as close to anyone in the older generations as I have to my peer group for more than a decade. I quickly tried to explain that I hadn’t been speaking of the relatives directly in such course language, and kicked myself for using it in the first place, but the damage was done. I had revealed an important difference between myself and my fellows. Apparently I just don’t care much for anyone much older than me.
In recognition of the composition of my readership, I think it’s important to say a few things right now. Of course I love my parents and grandparents, aunts, uncles, teachers, and all the older people who have taught me what it means to be alive in this world. Yet, at the same time, it is very difficult for me to feel close to them in the same way I feel close to my contemporaries. Of course we are all human, and many things never change, but I think some things have changed so much, that the differences in our perspectives on the world way heavy on our relationships.
This weekend, we four interns realized we could save $125 dollars if we all shared a room. We had three beds in one room, two singles and a double, which meant that our married pair, myself, and our newest and youngest could all sleep comfortably in one room together. However, when we suggested this to our boss, he seemed scandalized, trying to quickly piece together alternative arrangements that would yield the same savings without *gasp* boys and girls sleeping in the same room. When he couldn’t think of one he went so far as to say “You are all adults, you can make your own decisions.” I was left wondering what he imagined would happen.
The reality has been sinking in the longer I have been in Taiwan, though I suspect the realization dawned on me long before. Increasingly, the year that you were born seems to really impact your general outlook on life, and what you think about the rules of the game. Of course we are all human, we have human needs and wants and dreams, but the worlds in which we have been raised are so drastically different. As we grow and come to understand more about our world, we form models to help us understand the society in which we must live, but that society is a moving target, and it’s moving faster now. One of the common themes of this blog has been that we are now in the process of a revolution. In it’s effect on society, economics, politics, and day to day existence, this information revolution, I believe, will be on par with the industrial or even agricultural revolutions. That is, we will be living on the same world, but the one we live in will be totally different.
In my eyes, my grandparents model of the world simply can not help me be successful in my world. Even my parents are rendered useless in strategic decisions, helpful mostly when I need tactical advice. Even my model is in danger of sliding into obsolescence without my constant vigilance and willingness to immediately abandon a rule that no longer makes sense. It has certainly happened to some of my peers. The only constant I can count on is that constants will be subverted. Change is imminent, incomprehensible, and omnipresent.
Really, I suppose it’s unfair to place this divide right on generational lines, but those born before the ascension of the digital phone, who were not raised on the internet, who haven’t interfaced with machines and maintained friendships with electricity, are at a disadvantage. If the world seems solid to you, you’re at a disadvantage. For me personally, this has led to some division between myself and those friends and relatives who are underestimating the changes, and who look at my life and worry I may be failing to reach my potential. But these high points of existence they would see me reach are on ranges that have since been eroded, and i’m looking for new peaks that they have never seen, and maybe can’t see. The landscape is changing quickly.