okay so I’ve thought for a topic ofr my latest blog entry, and I’m actually sitting here writing it in a coffee shop, however the wireless access is down and I’m having to write this in wordpad. Hopefully I’ll remember to transpose this later… Quiet Riot is play right now. How sad is that?
Anyways. To my latest topic came to me on the bus when Jenny and I were on the bus on the way downtown. We were going by the barracks and she saw the flag waving, Majestically, apparently, and she said it made her feel very patriotic. I got to thinking about patriotism and I was thinking to myself that the whole idea of patriotism seems a little archaic, and a little bit bullshitty.
My feeling here is that patriotism is about not so much about pride in your country, but more about making yourself feel like your country is better than another country. Aren’t we all really just people? In a world where people constantly talk about how we should love our fellow man and how no one is better than anyone else blah blah blah, it seems like the idea of pumping up your own country is a way to push others down. Keep in mind, I’m not talking about American patriotism (although it’s probably the one that anyone can think of first, as it’s probably the most outspoken), but patriotism in general. We have plenty of flag wavers in Canada too, but even then they’re a little more soft spoken.
Come to think of it, I kind of don’t like the idea of “national pride” either. It kind of goes hand in hand with patriotism too, but it’s not as extreme. The reason being that national pride makes it seem like you have something in common with everyone else just because of the flag you were born under. Nothing could be further from the truth. I’ve always felt like an outcast around most people. A misfit. Never quite belonging. Who knows, maybe this has something to do with being the child of immigrants. I was the frist in my family line to be born in Canada, so I didn’t grow up in a household that was waving a flag. My mom is an American and my dad is from Scotland, and while my mother is an American, she was never a flag waver, it just seems like they too always showed a sort of apathy towards that whole idea. It never came up in my house. Sure, we celebrated Canada Day and went to see the fireworks and things like that, but I think that was more just because fireworks are elegant and enjoyable to watch.
I wonder if this is why when I was growing up people thought I was a snob. Probably a little of that and a lot of the fact that I didn’t talk to anyone. I was scared of people. Another factor might also be that when we moved to Ontario I didn’t exactly get the warmest reception. I was young and uprooted from everything I knew and put into a place where I didn’t know anyone, and to them, I had a weird accent. I don’t think I was shy when we lived on PEI, but when we moved here I went into a shell, and I don’t think I’ve ever fully come out of it.
But I digress. I think I kind of lost track of where I was going with this. Anyways. yeah. Patriotism and national pride. This almost seem like a way to control the masses. I’m not going to go a rant about some paranoid conspiracies or anything like that, but countries, especially developed nationas WANT more people to come in. It’s what they do. I think I read somewhere that Canada wants something like 300,000 new immigrants a year. And the reason? more money to go to taxes=more money for the government. And if they get people to wave the flag for them, they don’t have to do it themselves.
Personal pride and family pride are something I can believe in though. Personal, pride anyone can show on a daily basis. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, it can be done in the way you carry yourself, to the way you present yourself, not to mention if you’re working a job or whatever, just doing whatever you’re doing to the best ability you can. In the kind of job I work, as it’s been seen in my posts, I see a lot of cases of people that just seem to not have any personal pride. “Punting” customers because you think they’re stupid, or just because you don’t want to do what you’re being paid to do seems, to me, like a way to devalue yourself as a person. I go in there every day (well, most days) and no matter how much I don’t want to be there, I kick ass at my job, and I make sure that every customer I talk to gets what they need, as far as I possibly can. I just don’t understand how so many people can take so little pride in their work, but still try to maintain some sort of sense of national pride. It’s like I said before about being born under a flag. A nation is just basically people, born in the same place, that are brought together by nothing more than that. So of you’re going to feel some sort of national pride, shouldn’t you be taking this hand in hand with personal pride?
As I was saying before, I also feel that family pride is okay. If you want to be proud of where you come from, be proud of your family. I don’t just mean ancestors, I also mean your current, living family. Sure, they may not be perfect, you may not even get along with all of them, but they’re still your family, and someone in there probably has the ability to understand you better than anyone else. (OH MY GOD THEY’RE PLAYING JOURNEY NOW!! ARGH!!!) That’s really the only national pride I care about, is that little nation that you can only get into by a real birthright, and that’s blood. I have a lot of family members I’m proud of. My brother for making a life for himself halfway around the world, my sister for surviving through all the crap with her husband and raising 2 beautiful children, My parents for doing so well for themselves, my grandfather for… well… too much to list… My uncle will and aunt cathy and their 2 sons, sam and bryce on the west coast, I don’t know them as well as I’d like but they’re all really great people… my cousin Aubree, she’s amazing and she’s gone through a lot in the past couple of years and just gotten stronger from it, my other cousin Robert, he’s got himself into school, and I know he’s gone through a lot of crap too, their brother matt, who’s totally adoreable, their mother, my aunt sherry, who has been through a lot as well, what with my uncle superstar taking off on them. I just hope she knows that even though he’s gone, she’ll always be a part of this family.
So yeah, as you can tell, even though we don’t always get along, see eye to eye, or sometimes even necessarily understand each other, that’s where my pride and my heart are. With my family. I don’t get to say it often enough but I love each and everyone one of them with all my heart.
Wow. looks like I kind of went away from the original, point of this post. Ah well, I think it turned out pretty well, and I think I’ll leave it on that note. Pity the wi-fi is down, otherwise this post would be going live right…………. now.