Most of the time, I don’t really like people. So why did I choose to study the study of people for three years? It’s an question I still ask myself sometimes.
As I write this, I’m sitting in an inner Brisbane suburb, just a few kms from the CBD. It’s what I would cynically call yuppie central.
And yet because these streets of suburbs are a modern village, mostly free from chain stores and somewhat artistically or skill based, it feels like it should be friendlier and more village-like.
Maybe it’s the way they’ve tried to make it a little bit like cafes in Europe; the coffee drinkers get to observe the passers-by. The Lexus & BMW drivers, parked out front of the cafes, get to recline and network over a hot drink in the sunny Brisbane winter, while I sleepily scurry by to an interview with a nearby recruitment agency.
Does this create a status structure, or am I placing my own interpretations on the situation? I certainly can’t afford a Lexus or BMW, but I also don’t believe that owning one makes you better than me. Does the slightly artistic nature of independent stores mentally focus me to look at visual clues first?
Of course, this is just all my own perception that I’m laying on this suburb. Of course villages in times of past still had upper and lower class areas; taboos; social structures and rules to abide by.
Or am I sleep deprived and gibbering? Over analysing? Under analysing?
So why did I study anthropology?
I have had experiences I never would have without it. I have been so privileged to work with individuals and communities that I never would have met or seen without this background. I have (hopefully) helped people along the way.
It’s much like the blogging community in a way. So many experiences that you wouldn’t have had before blogging.
But in the end, the truest & simplest reason is that anthropology just sits well with me. It suits me.
How do you feel about your education and work?