REFRESHING AMBIVALENCE
Originally Published the Week of Dec. 4, 2020 in Western Outdoor Publications
After all the political, social, health and economic rancor and upheaval this past year in the U.S., I think I’ve reached that point of fatigue.
Along with religion, those are generally just some topics I avoid talking about. It seems especially true down here in Baja where most folks I come in contact with are here for vacations, not debate or argument.
I would think most are trying to get AWAY from all of that back home. The whole point of “vacation”, right?
That being said, a good number of folks still seem anxious to engage in conversation.
Usually, the red lights in my brain start flashing “DANGER! DANGER!”
As quickly as I can, I try to turn the flow of words to something more palatable.
But, some folks are so used to it coming from the U.S. that they still feel the need to bring it up. It’s what everyone talks about “back home.”
Kinda like the A-type personality who runs a million-miles-an-hour at work. Comes down here and it takes awhile for them to decompress and take it down a few notches.
I get it. Unavoidable topics of conversation. Hot topics of conversation. It’s what everyone is talking about.
The problem is, it’s not conversation. It’s not even debate. It’s like that even among my only family members.
If you agree with them, there’s not much else to say. Or the other person will just talk and talk. No real exchange of info.
On the other hand, if you have a DIFFERENT opinion, you’re suddenly the “enemy” or an “idiot.” Conversation turns to argument with no one giving ground.
No info is exchanged. No one learns anything.
No give-and-take. Instead it becomes a mission to verbally batter and bludgeon the other person to back down and accept YOUR point-of-view.
I usually do. Back down, that is.
I used to be a litigation attorney. If I wanted to pull my verbal guns, yea…I guess I could. But, what’s the point? Restraint.
No one really wants to listen to me anyway. If we have the same point of view, then why keep talking?
If we differ, then why piss each other off? I’ll keep my opinions to myself. And keep my friends and family.
This is Baja. Folks are supposed to be on vacation. If you want debate jump on Facebook and say something controversial and, like I said, half will agree with you and the other half will tell you you’re dumber-than-dirt.
In no uncertain terms.
That’s why it was so refreshing to have one of my Mexican friends ask me a few weeks ago, “Who do you think will be your next American President? Biden or Trump?”
Oh no. Here we go again.
I didn’t want to start down that path or open a can of worms with my friend so I asked, “Does it matter to you as a Mexican citizen?”
Instead of the usual hackle going up, he smiled and said, “Nope. I was just making conversation. It seems all Americans have strong opinions about it. Don’t you?”
I shrugged. Again, trying to nip things in the bud.
I asked him disarmingly again, “Do YOU have an opinion?”
And then he said something that put the biggest grin on my face.
He laughingly replied, “I don’t care.”
A pause.
I had to think about that.
Are we allowed to say that anymore? Are we allowed to think that anymore?
Three simple words.
“I don’t care.”
Maybe it’s simply not caring at all. Ambivalence. Fatigue. Resignation. Indifference.
Whatever the reason, you NEVER hear anyone say “I don’t care.”
It’s uh…sacrilegious! It’s uh…blasphemous. It’s Un-American. It’s un-civilized, by gosh!!!
I’m sure everyone cares. I actualy do care.
But there are times when I just don’t care. Or, at that particular moment, I don’t have the energy to care. But, I’m afraid…hesitant… to say that to anyone.
I can’t be the only person who feels like that.
A fishing clients says to me, “What do you think about all that unrest in the police force? Or “How about them closing California again cuz of Covid?”
What would I sound like if I said, “I don’t care.”
Probably like a jerk.
My Mexican friend explained to me.
“Look, it might be different in the big cities than here in Baja. It might be different if I were a big business owner. “
“But, I’m a regular guy like you. Nothing special. I drive a delivery truck.”
“To me, the only reason I asked about your elections is that’s all Americans seem to talk about and that’s what we see on the news on our TV’s about the U.S. But, I don’t think it affects me that much. We got enough problems with our own politicians here in Mexico without worrying about YOUR politicians,” he laughed.
“Mire, hombre…Look, amigo,” he elaborated. “ Us Mexicans, we’ve been ruled by the Spanish, the French, the Germans. We had wars with America. We have endured revolutions and corrupt politicians at every level.”
“We now have this pandemic thing. It’s a big problem. Or, that’s what they tell us it is. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t”
“We Mexicans will endure. We keep going. We hear promises, but nothing really ultimately changes. We move ahead. Everything will pass and we will still be here.”
“Honestly, I am more concerned with my next delivery in my truck and feeding my kids than who will be the next senator for our state or if the government is telling the truth about covid. I care enough to wear my mask. No big deal.”
No big deal.
I think there’s an honest dignity in that. Keep on-keeping on. Stay the course.
Just kinda nice to hear that once-in-awhile.
That’s my story!

Jonathan
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