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Thursday, February 19, 2015

3 Ways to Deal with Loneliness When Living Abroad

None of us are exempt from feeling lonely of course but when you’re writing a blog, it’s assumed that you have some interesting experience to back your story with, so I'll use that card.

Here's how I deal:
1. Listen to Gogol Bordello. Or whoever fits your mood. I’ve come to believe that loneliness is a self-fulfilling prophecy. The reason I’ve been feeling lonely lately is because I see this as a necessary element to living abroad. There’s my host family, there’s a whole neighborhood of friendly people and adorable kids and there are the people at my school. They’re all great but lately that’s just not been doing it for me. So this is where Eugene Hütz, my future husband, comes into play. His gypsy punk band reminds me to embrace the positive elements of living away from my previously-known sources of comfort. “And as we’re crossing border after border/ We realize the difference is none/…And if you want it you always have to make your own fun.” So, if you can’t beat it, embrace it and see if being alone with yourself is actually what you need at that particular moment.

2. Lists. If you’re not into hanging out, if it’s raining and school’s out again because of testing and your family is watching TV, then you can at least be productive with your alone time. Actually, this really serves as a step to returning to the social fold. We have a few days off from school because of the Chinese New Year and mid-semester tests but when I return, I hope to wow my counterpart with a long list of new book donors we can appeal to. For me at least, sometimes loneliness perches on a fine line, the other side of which is self-absorption. I enjoy my alone time immensely but not if I'm just dawdling in my own personal projects all day.

3. Listen. Get to a quiet place, preferably high up, preferably while there’s a nice-sounding afternoon rain, and pull Gogol Bordello out of your ears (this is a step-by-step process, if you will). Or you can do this in the angkot with six other people staring at you or at school in the teacher’s lounge. Clear your mind of all those self-pitying thoughts of being alone in a crowd and tune in to what’s actually going on around you. This is a hard one, because you may realize that you’re not ready to tune into what other people are doing just yet, that you’d rather spend more time with yourself. But when you are ready, I've found that it's best not to expend too much energy trying to be suddenly involved in everyone's lives again. Just be there, wherever there is, no matter what the situation might be, and resist all attempts to turn the focus to you. Turn it outwards at every chance you get and then you’ll start to feel calmer.

*Disclaimer: In Indonesia it is sometimes difficult turning the attention away from oneself, and that’s been exactly the reason I’ve been stressed out lately. I want, no I need some space where I can be myself and not feel like this is a performance. It’s hard to describe, but if you’ve ever been somewhere where you were physically set apart from everyone around you and in that culture people’s attention was naturally turned outward instead of inward, then you know of what I speak. 

After going through these steps you may find that other people’s interest in you isn’t quite as exaggerated as you thought. It also doesn’t make you a selfish person if you need to go away on a self-vacation for a while. Self-examination is essential to finding some kind of purpose. And actually, purpose is what I feel I’ve lost sight of the most lately. Purpose and, subsequently, faith. No, not in the religious sense. Since I’ve been absorbed with my feelings of being a lone wolf lately, I’ve felt that I wasn’t being a good teacher or a good human or a good ambassador. And that sense of failure led to a distrust in my own instincts to take some alone time to work it out. I was too guilty to say no to social engagements but too annoyed in everyone's pressence to be very good company. For several weeks now I haven’t been able to properly communicate the source of my angst. I might be missing some details but this writing session restores some of my faith in my instincts and in the community of people here.

Every journal entry or blog post I’ve attempted to write lately have all started with some generalization about Indonesia, for instance, “Indonesia’s a hard place to call home” or “No one ever seems to ask me something that’s not based on a gross stereotype about my whiteness.” All of them were me trying to pin the blame of my anxiety on something other than me. My counterpart and friends saw through this deflection immediately and said, “I think it’s something internal that’s bothering you.” As usual, they were right. So, here’s to friends and self-respect.

Friday, February 13, 2015

No love lost for Valentine's Day

Believe what you want about today's Valentine's Day being rotten to it's sugary core by candy, greeting card companies and the patriarchy, but in Indonesia the words "Happy Valentine's Day" incite more than the general aversion.

I am, of course, only in touch with a small percent of Muslims in a specific environment. When I've talked with students and teachers at my school they say to me politely, "Miss we just don't celebrate Valentine's Day..." Their Facebook posts were, however, a bit more reflective of what I've read on the internet. Saturday morning my Facebook news wall was a range of differing opinions, all the way from:

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I also saw in my news feed pictures of other volunteers making hearts and cards with their students, so certainly not everyone in Indonesia is anti-Valentine's Day, or, at least they're more interested in cultural exchange with a foreigner. Regardless, I was taken aback by the reaction at my site.

I was curious as to why some religions hate a day that's supposed to be about honoring and adoring the people you love in a special way for a day. At least I have never read past the cheesiness that is Valentine's Day in our modern capitalist society.

It was not news to me that many countries don't celebrate Valentine's Day, but I didn't know that this was because they think it is sinful and morally corrupt.

According to a story in the Jakarta Post today, "Regional governments and the Indonesian Ulema Council (MUI) have banned the celebration of Valentine's Day on Feb. 14, 2015, citing its potentially harmful effects on the morals of young persons."

And from another website: "Last year, the Malaysian Islamic Development Department issued a sermon on Valentine’s Day, calling the holiday a kind of “colonization of the mind” that gives rise to a “mental disorder caused by alcohol, abortion and baby-dumping.""

 Indonesian clerics have reportedly taken particular offense to stores that sell bags of chocolates with condoms this year. They fear that Valentine's Day encourages promiscuity and having babies out of wedlock. In several other articles, sources quoted statistics from millennial websites on the rising number of babies born out of wedlock and the number of rushed teen marriages with babies not quite 9 months behind. My counterpart told me that the main problem seen here is that this holiday is encourages free (pre-marital) sex.

I've never taken holidays too literally - I just like an excuse to celebrate. I think holidays are symbols that create an orgy of good will for most of the population. While this view probably lessens my empathy towards religious associations with holidays, I can still understand the fear of holding up the conventions of marriage in a glossy landscape of advertisements that throws sex at us as if the world were ending and we all have to reproduce ASAP.

Let me emphasize that my students are most definitely not against romance. They are the sappiest when it comes to relationships and romance any other day of the year. They love Justin Bieber, Celine Dion and that chick who sings the twilight song about being together forever with a passion unparalleled by anyone I've seen over the age of 15. They ask for daily updates on my boyfriend status and finding and marrying your "true love" is the greatest wish they could have for anyone. 

Valentine's Day, although not one of my most highly-prioritized holidays, has always been about the friends, family and chocolate in years past. I think if you want to make it about lopsided expectations (boyfriends have to buy flowers) or sex or even promiscuous (again, here that means pre-marital) sex then it's your right to use any occasion as your platform. This has been the most interesting Valentine's Day for me by far and I'm happy to learn about another side of the coin. Even if we weren't allowed to hold our Valentine's Day-themed English club and I received several pointed looks when our student council, OSIS, announced a meeting to discuss the dangers of Valentine's Day, I felt ok that I didn't exchange cultural perspectives. Sometimes you just gotta let be be.