Charlotte: I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.
Bob: You’ll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
A few days ago I watched the movie Lost in Translation again. Only this time I understood it so much more-so than ten years ago.
I travel back and forth to Europe often. Sometimes for a week and other times for six weeks. Not for business and not for family. I go for inspiration and experiences. Eventually I’ll just plant myself there and not leave. Seattle will become a place I come only to visit.
Each city around the world has an independent culture of it’s own.
What do I do? I make friends. I get to know the local businesses. Sometimes I’m alone and other times visiting friends and loved ones. I become comfortable with the languages and my ignorance to the languages; accustom to misunderstanding or not understanding entirely. It’s almost as if I am partially blind and deaf; unable to read, write or hear everything around me. I relish this feeling. Maybe its the INFP (Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving) in me. You see, introverts, I believe, travel well when alone.
Interestingly enough, it’s when I come home to the states, to Seattle, that I feel the most lost in translation. After weeks of being only able to understand a portion of what is on the radio, the television, written all around me and spoken to me, I suddenly understand everything – the good the bad and anything in between, and I’m not so sure I like it. Being blissfully unaware suites me just fine.
It’s these moments I feel the most like Charlotte – “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.”
Where’s Bob when I need him anyway…