Monday, December 8, 2014

Expectations vs. Experiences (aka PR vs. the Sceptic)

Down the years, I have learnt the best way to go about encountering new things is to put aside all expectations, be they good or bad, and just experience.  I still get caught, and if I find myself anticipating how good/bad something will be, I force myself to stop thinking about it, reminding myself that opinion is subjective.  Scepticism works.  My husband told me Lake Tahoe was stunning (as did everyone else who had ever been there), but I was sceptical.  And it was stunning.  The 'tourist' side was fantastic, but the other areas were beyond words.  The Tenderloin was terrifying (think all the movies/tv shows that show African American thugs, junkies, hookers and so on all on the streets, shooting dice, carrying big guns, smoking crack etc.).  I think whoever writes that stuff must have visited the Tenderloin.

That time, my scepticism went the other way; I didn't think it could be THAT bad.  I was wrong, it was all the bad things you see on TV, but real and in your face.  How we got through we will never know.

Neither did one of the hookers who walked past us 1 block in; she was at the other end when we (finally) got there.  She looked at us, laughed and said "I never thought I'd see you again.  I'm glad you are ok."  And then gave us directions to our hotel, before deciding she would escort us back to make sure we were safe - she left us a block from the hotel "My sort aren't welcome there.  It was nice to meet you.  Look after yourselves, and thank you for giving me such a great story".  She was well-spoken, friendly and obviously had considerable education, along with a very interesting look (bright pink/platinum blonde mohawk, Ed Hardy Tshirt, ocelot print tights, pastel paisley gumboots, pastel blue leather biker jacket and a giant shoulder bag).  And let me tell you, she rocked that look.  Had any of us followed the expectations of society, I would:

  •     Never have walked through there (you'll die - and on any other day, we probably would have, we got lucky, we all agree.  4 middle-class white [I'm Aboriginal, and the other lady was half Mexican, but to them we would have looked white] people walking through a place where even the law won't go.  We were easy pickings, (2 small women, a cripple and an old man) and yet we survived.

  •     Never spoken to the hooker  (they are all after your money, and work with other crims to get it).  I will admit, I have broken this rule a few times, Hawaii was classic, they would stop the guys, and when the Mister spoke, it was on for young and old.  We took 4 hours to walk a 20 minute distance, because so many wanted to talk the the Aussies.  They didn't want anything more than to ask us about Australia, warn us about who/what to avoid.  Same with the gangbangers, who escorted us through every night, and took us to the best eateries, standing guard down the block while we ate, then escorting us home again.  It was surreal.  We saw a side of Honolulu that most tourists don't, with the locals, and it was amazing.

In the end though both were experiences I will never forget, ones I can tell my grandkids about, and further supports my theory that sceptics have more fun.

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