Living on a Tiny Democratic Island

This blog does not offer information about St. Kitts that is easily found elsewhere. Writing this blog is simply my way of having fun. It is how I play. I play with thoughts, words, opinions and ideas. Ideas are always flooding my mind and I have decided to write more, to give freedom of expression to larger numbers of these ideas allowing them to flow, no matter how unimportant my view of these ideas may be.
 Living on a tiny island is sometimes emotionally stifling. What do I mean by this? I mean that on a small island one must be a virtual daredevil to give expression to one's personality and concept of life. This is so because on small islands it is easy for people to get into your hair. Not just into your hair, but right, smack into the center of other people's business. They put their mouths, noses and attitudes into places where, frankly, they do not belong. It is the nature of small island people.
 But why is this so? Why are people living on tiny islands like this? It is, I surmise, because on small islands it is easy to  deplete one's self of interesting things to do. Most people on these islands go to work and then go home to their families. Of course this is what most people around the world do, but on tiny islands, on our way home we pass the same drab, uninteresting sights every single day of our lives. We have been viewing these sights since we were infants in our mothers' arms and now they are bereft of anything that could or should intrigue us. If we are on a bus or driving in our cars, we hear the same music, the same  radio announcers saying the same things repeatedly, no new advertisements advertising no new products at no really new bargain prices, and this is simply symptomatic of the drab of living on a tiny island.
 The only interesting thing on these islands to discuss is the soap opera taking place next door. Our neighbor's daughter and her lifestyle, or the man across the street from us who is most certainly cheating on his new wife, or perhaps the cheese thief who just walked past us. On tiny islands it is other people's affairs that most fascinate us because these have unpredictable twists and turns in their plots, and we get to put our own spin on all of it. What we say is up to us, especially if it gets us a good laugh in the confines of our car on our short, otherwise boring trip home.
And then there is politics. On the tiny island of St. Kitts, the easiest way to become famous is to have a never changing, never balanced and never varying political point of view which you are prepared to call all five or six radio stations during the daily politically slanted talk shows, and, as we say in local parlance, "bang you mouth" which simply means to blab. This is a sure path to becoming known or "famous" on tiny islands, at least the one I am living on.
 The needling thing on these islands, too, is that, if one disagrees with the views expressed by the "callers", one can be nailed to an assassination-of-character-cross and have all of one's history blasted across the airwaves over the next fifteen talk call-in radio programs, because it is easy to run out of entertainment here, and the call-in talk shows are among the few inexpensive ways to prevent small island people from simply going mad.