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Originally Posted by newcastle
Minnesota nice is also inviting you to "come over anytime" but not really meaning it or telling another person you are mad at them by ignoring them, talking behind their back, and expecting the person you are mad at to be able to read your mind-because you never actuially told the person why you are mad at them-you just expect them to know.
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First off, my background:
* Military brat. Lived in Northern California, England, Mississippi, Texas, Germany, and North Dakota.
* Gregarious and open. Started college on a Theater scholarship, opted out of it because I'm fond of shoes and food.
* Still close to many friends I made as far back as my childhood in the seventies.
* Lived in Minnesota since 1998, with eighteen months north of St. Paul, and the rest in an affluent northwestern suburb of Minneapolis.
That being said, the above statement is true.
It's also utterly, and completely maddening.
As I stated in another thread, my family and I have made a really good go at fitting in up here. Got as involved as a couple and a family
can in community projects, in business, even the arts.
None of it mattered; we were
always the outsiders. That meant that just the right (or wrong) comment would be enough to put you on the outs.
My favorite example? After a trip down south to visit family relatives, I casually mentioned to a Minnesotan acquaintance (who I honestly thought was a friend) that, after six years up north, I was surprised at how warm and open southerners were in comparison to Minnesotans.
I might as well have pissed on this person's shoes. I got an icy eye, followed by condescending speaking to about making "generalities", and an angry sign-off.
Oh, yeah, and that acquaintanceship-- which had been going for well over a year --
ended on the spot.
Yes, yes, I know. This is how nature says "
Do Not Touch". That doesn't erase the hurt at a relationship ended before its time, though.
Other examples:
* One acquaintanceship -- one that had lasted nearly a year -- ended when we mentioned how much we looked forward to retiring to a warmer climate.
* Another -- which involved a big group of creative locals, and involved a tight relationship between our children and another couples -- ended when a member of their clique decided on the spot not to like my wife and I. No reason; just instant loathing. Result? Eighteen months of long nights, chats, and what we thought were genuine connections severed in the space of one glance.
Professionally, be prepared for workplaces where co-workers went to school together. Not colllege; High School, middle school, and not uncommonly
grade school. Good luck making professional inroads with cliques that tightly-knit.
I have no need to exaggerate here. The reality is honestly this unpleasant.
Worse, being an outsider hurts our kids, too. It doesn't matter that our daughter doesn't remember any place
but Minnesota. All that matters is that her friend's parents
know we're from out of the area. The result?
She's reminded by her local friends quite often that she, too, is not really a local.
Of course, it doesn't help that our last name isn't of northern European or Scandinavian descent. This point is usually brought to my attention in public no less than once a week, often accompanied by a suspicious stare.
No, I'm not kidding.
Our older son? Same thing. He's already decided that when he graduates in two years he's going out of state immediately.
That's okay, we plan to follow him.
It's not all been bad. We have lovely neighbors, who we've helped-out and who have helped us out in return, when we needed. Can't call them friends, though; those relationships were solidified when we arrived in our home seven years ago. Though they know our names, and our courteous, we're still "the outsiders".
At least they're pleasant about it. For that I'm grateful.
I don't share these stories to sound bitter. I share them to inform others of what a well-traveled, gregarious individual might experience when trying to assimilate into local culture.
For us, well, we've decided that enough is enough. Once our son graduates, we're selling our home and moving on. That will put twelve years under our belt. That's enough.
Please consider my tale, and the comments above, carefully before you decide to move to this area.
Thank you,
Avindair