Sitting around the room at a party last night with a bunch of friends and family, a young man piped up and said, “I evaluate people on whether they voted for this President. If they did I know they’re stupid.”
Well, truthfully, this article could be read forty years from now and it would still apply to someone who felt that way because “their” person did not make the White House.
I did not condemn the young man for his judgmental attitude. I didn’t try to convince him that he was wrong.
I did explain to him that he didn’t understand the mindset, simplicity and utter joy of small-town people all over America–who don’t have to commute an hour-and-a-half to go to work.
If they want a loaf of bread, they climb into their truck, drive down to the local market, where they spend much more time jabbering with their neighbors than getting their purchase. The trip back home takes no more than two minutes. There are no frayed nerves from traffic jams. There are no attitudes that the human race is full of assholes because they got cut off at the one stoplight in town.
It is much easier for them to be genteel.
But it’s also easier for them to be suspicious of the “big city ideas” trying to come in and take over.
When you live in a city where there’s a commute, you, yourself, develop a different pathway to sanity.
You may be more defensive.
You may be more interested in the government taking over matters of social order, since you don’t grow your own corn and soybeans.
You are not worse than the man or woman who lives in Iowa and only needs five minutes to get to their job or their barn.
You’re just different. Your perspective varies from theirs.
Wise is the soul who understands the simplicity of the village folk, and the struggle of those who commute.