As the festive season approaches, perhaps now is as good a time as any to reflect on what could be described as “having a good time”.
Taking it for granted that each of us has a unique set of things that floats our personal boats, why should anyone spend time assessing or judging another person’s experience?
As a teenager, I lived in a culture that regarded parties as the ultimate form of enjoyment. I like the fact that people make an effort to create special occasions for others to get together with them. The food, beverages and some of the music were helpful in evoking the desired ambiences, but I can’t say I regret the fact that I didn’t remain in those circles, to keep on attending similar events.
Getting a chance to see a classic black and white Hollywood movie, or even an art movie from the 1980s on a big screen in a cinema is much more to my taste, for example. Interestingly, that sort of experience combines an introverted processing of stimuli, with a sense of being part of a group of fellow audience members. Having said this, I usually go to see movies on my own, and the films I go to see are sometimes not particularly popular with the mainstream movie fans, so the auditorium could sometimes be close to empty.
Bringing a new performance piece into being is also one of my favourite experiences. I just happen to be lucky enough to have regular opportunities to do work that I love. If only we could all live and let live…