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So my dad is an architect. He loves art. Loves buildings and museums etc...My mom has also a great interest for it. When they are together they love to visit churches, museums and all sorts of architectural buildings. You would expect me to have developed such interest as well. But I don't. I don't enjoy museums at all. I'm a cultural barbarian for sure. The only two museums I do enjoy are those that are actually designed for kids and where you can just do stuff. Looking at paintings? Not my thing whatsoever. Sure, I love paintings by Marc Chagall, but just because I like the colors and themes in them.
I'm always amazed when people hop from one museum to the next in total excitement. I don't have it in me.
Same goes for history. I love living in my own past more than I live in the present. But world history with dates and such? It doesn't really hold my interest much either. Maybe if a subject appeals to me, but even then.
I remember my first real trip with my dad: we went to New York. He wanted to watch as many architectural stuff he could, I was mostly walking around in awe because OMGWTF I was actually in New York, the city I had seen in so many TV shows. I loved seeing the Empire State Building, The Statue of Liberty, but for totally different reasons he did. He wanted me to see SoHo, because of the style of buildings there. I didn't care for it much.
Nowadays when my dad and I go away for a day he's always surprised why I wanted to visit a certain city or town because when I'm there I don't actually want to do anything there.
That's because I just don't care for it. I care for the whole picture. Love to watch people, or just take in an atmosphere and vibe. Just walk around but also sit down for a long time and observe. I notice the little things, the ordinary things.
Besides all that I'm just not really a cultural person at all. I prefer nature, any kind of it, over anything else. When people ask me about my holiday trip, they always expect me to say I visited loads of cultural sightings. I always bore them with my "I walked around a lot and sat down a load and just took in space and nature". Oh...and visiting loads of bookstores, of course!
Anyway...point of this entry is...well...I guess there isn't a point really. I thought I was making one, but have forgotten now. Heh.
I'm always amazed when people hop from one museum to the next in total excitement. I don't have it in me.
Same goes for history. I love living in my own past more than I live in the present. But world history with dates and such? It doesn't really hold my interest much either. Maybe if a subject appeals to me, but even then.
I remember my first real trip with my dad: we went to New York. He wanted to watch as many architectural stuff he could, I was mostly walking around in awe because OMGWTF I was actually in New York, the city I had seen in so many TV shows. I loved seeing the Empire State Building, The Statue of Liberty, but for totally different reasons he did. He wanted me to see SoHo, because of the style of buildings there. I didn't care for it much.
Nowadays when my dad and I go away for a day he's always surprised why I wanted to visit a certain city or town because when I'm there I don't actually want to do anything there.
That's because I just don't care for it. I care for the whole picture. Love to watch people, or just take in an atmosphere and vibe. Just walk around but also sit down for a long time and observe. I notice the little things, the ordinary things.
Besides all that I'm just not really a cultural person at all. I prefer nature, any kind of it, over anything else. When people ask me about my holiday trip, they always expect me to say I visited loads of cultural sightings. I always bore them with my "I walked around a lot and sat down a load and just took in space and nature". Oh...and visiting loads of bookstores, of course!
Anyway...point of this entry is...well...I guess there isn't a point really. I thought I was making one, but have forgotten now. Heh.