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Writer's Block: Department of Stereotypes [Sunday 16th November 2008 at 9:01 pm]

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One of the most popular gender stereotypes is that women ask for directions while men would rather be lost than ask for help. In your personal experience, does this stereotype hold true?

No, I'm not out of ideas for journal entries. However, I did see this in a friends journal and it made me think of something else.

Very often when travelling, someone will ask me for directions or information of some sort. People will single me out to ask me for help. I've had people ask me for directions, ask me to take a photo of them (with their camera), ask me about seat reservations, or just start chatting.

Why me? Do I have some sort of "one who knows the answer" field? I don't even know the answer half the time - with the seat reservation question, it was the first time I'd ever had a reserved train seat myself (and yet I managed to work out the correct answer). I'm not objecting to it particularly, but I do wonder about it. To those who know me: what is it that makes me seem like a good person to ask?

On another thought, how many of you have truely been lost? I don't consider myself to actually be lost unless I don't know the way back to some known location. A good example is a while back when I went for a walk down towards Gosport and back, for no reason other than curosity at what was down that way. I took a few turnings more or less at random at various points, and ended up in typical twisty British roads. However, I never considered myself to be lost, as I always had a rough sense of which route I'd taken and which direction Fareham was in. I've always thought it odd that some people can't keep track of that.
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[User Picture]From: omgimsuchadork
Sunday 16th November 2008 at 11:57 pm (UTC)
I've always thought it weird that some people don't have an internal compass, either.
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[User Picture]From: boggyb
Thursday 20th November 2008 at 10:16 pm (UTC)
It's less an internal compass in the sense of knowing where North is, and more an internal compass in the sense of knowing that I need to walk in roughly that direction. I have managed to get confused once or twice though - for a long time at university, I regularly ended up with my mental map rotated 90 degrees after following a particularly complicated route through the maze of buildings (there was a quick left/right bit followed by another left that confused me). I still ended up where I wanted, but always found that route hard to reconcile with the actual physical layout.
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From: pewterfish
Monday 17th November 2008 at 1:23 am (UTC)
I'm guessing the groups you hang around with typically look more intimidating than you do.

*thinks back to house*

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[User Picture]From: boggyb
Thursday 20th November 2008 at 10:12 pm (UTC)
I think it's less that and more I somehow appear to be authorative. I usually experience this at places like train stations, where I'm just another punter waiting for a train. Then again, I'm a *prepared* punter, in that I know where and when I want to be for my train, am usually in the right place at the right time, and only end up running if it means I can make a really good change.
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