Who are you? Are you what you’ve done? What you
do? Are you your dreams? Drawing on five years of bartending and watching countless first dates
from the inconspicuous sanctuary that is “behind the bar”…I can tell you that
each time two people are getting to know each other the following are covered:
o
What
you’ve done.
o
What
you do.
o
What
you want to do.
To an American, much of what makes a person a
desirable friend, mate, network opportunity or new hire has everything to do
with doing. Places you’ve worked, cool-ass trips you’ve
taken, bomb concerts you’ve attended, what you studied in school, your current
job and what your intentions are for your future. We like drive and plans. The
worst insult you could call us is “lazy”.
Professional doing, personal doing,
academic doing. If you’re not doing, you’re not improving. And if you’re not improving, you’re stagnant. And if you’re stagnant, you’re a
failure.
I’m comfortable with meeting people in my
culture because I know how to act and react to the dance of questions that
comes with meeting someone new. I can pleasantly and engagingly answer the interview
questions that one poses and genuinely reciprocate with well-timed and
thoughtful follow-up questions. Conversations are bartender’s greatest work of art (and working Freshman
Orientations also helped).
Cut scene to a tranquil, lush mountainside
community of humble Dominicans. In places with little opportunity, doing isn’t who you are. It can’t be.
The members
of my community can’t talk about what they studied in school because most have
a 5th grade education. They can’t talk about the cool show they were
at last weekend because tickets cost about how much they make in a week. They don’t talk about what they do for a
living because they work washing clothes, or driving a bus, or selling lottery
tickets.
The first questions I’m asked are if I’m married and if I have kids. Upon meeting the hundredth woman my age who’s married with three kids… I often awkwardly blurt out some unintelligible question dealing with her bean cooking preferences. Followed up with the equally awkward weather talk. Literally how do you talk about weather in a place where it is ALWAYS THE SAME?!
The first questions I’m asked are if I’m married and if I have kids. Upon meeting the hundredth woman my age who’s married with three kids… I often awkwardly blurt out some unintelligible question dealing with her bean cooking preferences. Followed up with the equally awkward weather talk. Literally how do you talk about weather in a place where it is ALWAYS THE SAME?!
I’m discovering how to meet people without
talking about doing. Here you are
less of what you do and more what they call your forma de ser or “way of being”. You are how much you give to
others, who your family is and how much you pass by to say hello. You are also how many times you
bathe a day, the clothes you wear and how good your beans are (women only). Many Dominicans live extremely relaxed lives in which no one ever
really has anywhere they need to be at any specific time, they aren’t trying to
conquistar that promotion or get one
kid to clarinet practice and the other to soccer at the same time on Thursday
evening. As such, their extremely
extroverted selves are always such a relaxed and loving joy to be around.
Perhaps this is why they don’t allow themselves to get stressed out….because it
would negatively affect their forma de
ser and then they would be a social pariah. Kind of me right now. JUST
KIDDING. Am I? Could go either way.
Adding to
my social pariah-ship is the fact that in
spaces of “poverty” like this, 100% of your forma
de ser is around 100% of their forma
de ser 100% of the time. They see you struggling to learn how to wash
your own underwear by hand in the backyard. They notice when you’ve gone to the
bathroom 8 times a day for the last 3 days. They see you before bed hunched
over, awkwardly trying to brush your teeth while juggling a flashlight and
toothbrush in one hand and a water bottle in the other. They see you in a towel
enter and exit the outdoor “shower” and notice how sweaty you get when they
make soup for lunch on an 88° day.*
You
can’t present the best side of yourself because
everyone sees everything: hiding the bad things and presenting the good parts
doesn’t exist here. It’s scary
because they find out quickly how (who?) you really are.
So then this is the question: Who are you minus
all the doing? I’m still
figuring it out. It’s been interesting meeting people via only their formas de ser. Maybe it makes me
insecure. I am so comfortable as myself
in American culture but I don’t yet know how to construct my “Dominican self”.
How can someone know me without knowing everything I’ve done? How can I know
someone without knowing everything they’ve done?
I’ve seen
parts of these people that most Americans reserve for only their most intimate
friends…but it’s different, and sometimes I feel like I’m living around
strangers who will never understand me, and sometimes I feel like these people
have seen more sides of me than many of my people in the States.
*All random
examples that have definitely not happened to me.