In this post, of this thread I was about to start a little polemic about a matter that have obsessed me for a while, but I didn’t because that wasn’t the right place. Well, this is the right one (I hope) ;). I’m picking up this again because I’ve just seen the referred movie and my mind did the trick without consulting me. :rolleyes:
From the depths of a failed relationship that I didn’t really want to recall (but I did), one of our endless discussions was about the cultural shock. My ex-girlfriend lived in Japan for two years (perhaps some of you may remember the case which I exhibited here in SDMB) and she experienced a similar case to Charlotte’s (the girl portrayed by Scarlett Johannson in Lost in Translation). It’s like a coincidence, the only difference is that my ex did left her husband and came to me, only to end, as I said before, in a failed (and disastrous) relationship.
I’m not here to discuss the moral aspects of our case. I’ll pick only the details to enhance my opinion. She felt alone in Japan (married but alone), returned from Japan and we started being together.
But the “cultural shock” was a very difficult issue to beat. She stated that she was very depressed there. And I understood (hormones, I tried to guess). She discovered she didn’t really like her husband. I understood (bad decision, anyone can take it). Difference from cultures was very shocking, I understood that part very well. What I didn’t accepted was when she started to state that if I had been there, I would have suffered that way, too, and I would have depressed in the same level as her.
No, I told her. Not now. Maybe when I was younger, when I was a teenage. Or now, but if I wasn’t aware of such thing exists. You and I are different, I tend to take problems with a philosophical mind. I’m not Confucio, but I try hard. I’m usually calmed in polemics, speaking low and clear, my dear, you’re the opposite. She started yelling me (at that moment I wasn’t aware of her psychologic unstability), feeling hurt, because I’ve never been there, so I can’t talk about it. “End of discussion” she cried. Believe me, she had a tendency to break down for anything, so it’s natural to expect that the proverbial “cultural shock” was an earthquake for her mind.
But there are some people (count me in, please) who are more objective and rational in their view and handling of foreign (or another kind of) experiences. We may be not perfect, but if we know what we are going to face and which the threats and dangers are, maybe the strike will be softer or null at all. I have always believed that for not falling in traps, we have to know where and which ones they are. Maybe all we need is to develop a fine sense of “empathy”.
Please don’t see me as a presumptuous guy or think I started this thread to provoke the “you can’t talk because you haven’t been there” reaction, or to provoke those who had really suffered the cultural shock, I respect you all; I’m only trying to present this idea in the the rationalest possible form. She won’t read this (she doesn’t mind discussion forums), so my concern is not to find a way of beating her (we’re not in touch anymore). But if you like, I’d consider it a challenge, even for another psychological issues as, for example, marriage or drugs/drinking problems. What a pity that I’d have to travel to India or Japan to demonstrate my theory, but as I can’t do it for now, we’ll have to keep it in a theoric level. Or maybe some of you agree with me?
(Note: In case you wonder, we’re both from Mexico)