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36 words of nostalgia
You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money and no friends. Where do you go; what do you do?
No money, no friends, just my constant companion – my camera – and 12 hours before I can get out of town. I’ll head to the Tourism office and pick up maps, leaflets and advice. Then head for the Cathedral, if there is one, and catch the low morning light streaming through the stained glass windows. I shall probably spend a good couple of hours exploring the architecture and finding details in every nook and cranny.
If the city does not boast a cathedral, it is bound to have an ancient church to explore and the bonus, possibly, of an interesting graveyard.
Assuming “no money” means I do at least have loose change to keep myself in coffee and sandwiches, I’ll go get an Americano from a nearby coffee cart and sit in a park to drink it. I’ll take shots of passers by, squirrels, ducks, children playing, lovers kissing…
…until the rain starts. This is when I duck into a slightly off-beat museum – not a large municipal type museum but a quirky special interest one. Perhaps I am in Brussels – in which case I have 100 to choose from. I’m not picky, so long as it’s free and hopefully I am allowed to use my camera. That said, perhaps I’ll give the Museum of Sewers a miss. So, do I choose Chocolate or Magritte; Beer or Puppets; Pharmacy or Fantastic Art?
At lunchtime, I will grab a sandwich and return to a park or garden. If I am lucky and the rain holds off, I’ll head to the Botanic Gardens and take photographs of flowers – perhaps they will have an arboretum there and I can add to my collection of bark images. If it rains again, I’ll choose another museum.
At 5pm, as the workers head for an after hours drink at a pavement café, I will join them if I have the price of a Leffe left in my pocket. If I come up short, I shall simply sit on a nearby bench and do some “street” shots as the sun goes down and twilight arrives.
I will head for the Grand Central Station well before my train is due. Wherever I am, there is bound to be some splendid architecture at the station, and interesting faces to capture… fleeting images of tearful partings and joyful reunions.
It has been a simply wonderful day and I scarcely noticed the hours pass, or the fact that I had no real money to spend – and I completely forgot to do the Blue Plaque tour!
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Do parties and crowds fill you with energy, or send you scurrying for peace and quiet?
Today’s prompt made me smile. Having been Myers-Briggs tested on several occasions, I almost always turn up an INTJ, but sometimes as an INTP.
INTJs are analytical. Like INTPs, they are most comfortable working alone and tend to be less sociable than other types. Nevertheless, INTJs are prepared to lead if no one else seems up to the task, or if they see a major weakness in the current leadership. They tend to be pragmatic, logical, and creative. They have a low tolerance for spin or rampant emotionalism. They are not generally susceptible to catchphrases and do not readily accept authority based on tradition, rank, or title.
Me, to a T.
The oddest thing about these type indicators is that they are said to be rare, but my partner and most of my friends are INTJ/INTP too. Almost everyone I know, in fact.
Do we flock together? The fact that I met most of my social circle, including my husband, via the Internet, principally in Usenet newsgroups says much, I feel.
So. No – parties do not fill me with energy. They are a fate worse than death, like most social situations.
This is timely – I had cause to mention only yesterday how most people find it hard to comprehend that I find socialising a struggle. I need energy and emotional resources in order to get out and go to even simple meetings, such as my regular spinning group. Those resources are not always at hand and I can find it an uphill effort just going somewhere where I have to interact socially. I did not feel up to going yesterday, so I did not. I went out after lunch with my camera and spent an hour alone in the sunshine and the gravestones, with the birds singing in the clear air.
That’s my kind of party. I’m not saying that I like my people dead… but, you know what I mean. They don’t bother me.