Bahia Taganga, Colombia! Day 11.
At 4am, the damned rooster started crowing. At 5am, a dude began digging a hole next to our window. At 6am, our goddamn neighbor started blasting (BLASTING) music. Shitty music, for that matter. Now, I am tired and pissed off.
I am sitting at a little breakfast place.
My head hurts.
I want to write about:
How to deal with cultural differences in Columbia
The truth is, I have no idea.
I thought about chopping the rooster’s head off with a machete and throwing a brick at the guy’s sound system. But I guess that would not be the best idea. Or wait, maybe it would have been a good idea…
Ok, for those of you preferring non-violent solutions:
After living in China, Mexico and South Africa, I’d say the best way to deal with cultural differences is to just sit with them. Acknowledge them. Feel them.
I imagine my headache kicked in due to my resistance.
I did not want the guy to crank up his soughing speakers. I did not want to hear constructions work. I did not want the rooster to communicate.
I wanted peace and silence and rest.
And I guess I got too attached to my expectations.
Now, every time I do that, I suffer. Reality owes me nothing. And, whenever I fight with reality, I lose… but only 100% of the time (As Byron Katie might say).
Well, so how to stop fighting with reality?
Good questions… I wish I knew.
What works for me, at times, is to really just sit down and notice. I sit and notice thoughts, feelings, and my environment. Not sure why that works. I guess some call this meditation.
I call it: Sit in silence, doing nothing.
Take the world in… one breath at a time.
This way, you don’t have to kill the rooster.
Or, kill him first, and sit in silence later.
I am going to eat now. Rooster head.