The longer I spend in Cleve­land, the more like Cleve­land I become. This first man­i­fested itself years ago, when I started append­ing “or what­ever” to the end of my con­ver­sa­tions. Hav­ing suc­cess­fully bro­ken myself of that habit, I’ve now noticed that I’ve inter­nal­ized, to some extent, the Cleve­land ten­dency to find things to com­plain about, espe­cially if I’m hav­ing a good time, or whatever.

I some­times feel that a typ­i­cal Cleve­lander would com­plain to the God that Saint Peter didn’t open the Pearly Gates fast enough. (Choos­ing to make that a Catholic ref­er­ence instead of a hick ref­er­ence is another sign of my grow­ing Clevelandesqueness).

I first noticed this on the day of the Dragon Boat Fes­ti­val (and in the ensu­ing post). It was a great time, but I was all, like, focus­ing on hav­ing to drive all over since the bridges were out of ser­vice, get­ting a splin­ter, no first aid kit, or what­ever. Gotta cut that out, because neg­a­tiv­ity is the only thing I know that can sur­vive by feed­ing off itself.

Cleve­land has changed me in other ways, I’m much more cos­mopoli­tan than I was when I moved here as a fresh, real-​world-​ignorant, col­lege grad back in Novem­ber of 2003. By cos­mopoli­tan I mean, eager to seek out and appre­ci­ate the other cul­tures in what has become my town; less igno­rant about gay folks, Jew folks, black folks, His­panic folks, and more aware of how dif­fer­ent sorts of pol­i­tics are immersed in every aspect of daily life, learn­ing to choose my bat­tles, how to bat­tle, how to nav­i­gate with­out tak­ing sides, how to treat women, what con­fi­dence means (more on that later), how to take a metaphor­i­cal punch and keep on truckin’.

Basi­cally, Cleve­land took the raw stock of my upbring­ing and edu­ca­tion, smithed it, tem­pered it and gave me what­ever I have that approx­i­mates an edge.

This has been a year of intro­spec­tion for me, and as I con­tinue to become Cleve­land, I’m sure there are aspects of liv­ing here that I’ll reject as equally as cer­tain parts of speech and atti­tudes, but fewer things are more Cleve­land than becom­ing Cleve­land on your own terms.

Or what­ever.