Reverting to Trivia.

I was going to make a well thought out and carefully presented post about a matter of some gravitas tonight. I changed my mind because I’ve finally accepted that what the commentators say about the INFJ type is mostly true. However insightful and logically reasoned my opinion might be, a lot of people will read my argument through an emotional filter, come up with the wrong answer, and then cast me either as a villain or a fool. And that irritates me, so I’ll make a trivial post instead.

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I went into my old coffee shop haunt today for a spot of lunch and a medium Americano. Young Sarah was one of the baristas and she was friendly for once. She isn’t usually. And her co-barista, who I haven’t seen before but is about the same age, was also friendly. I considered engaging them in banter again (because that’s mostly what I do with young baristas), but remembered what happened the last time I tried it. Gen Zs don’t do banter, so I stayed quiet and paid my money without comment.

And then I went into Ryman’s, the stationers, and chose an appointment calendar with which to adorn a section of the office wall next year. There was no assistant in sight in that part of the shop, and no presence of any kind at the till. Eventually I found a lone woman of around forty – definitely not Gen Z – stacking shelves and decided to give vent to my banter habit again. ‘Excuse me,’ I began, ‘would you mind taking the money for this so I don’t have to steal it?’ No return of banter, just a poker face and a slow walk to the till. Maybe she thought I was being sarcastic, which I wasn’t. See what I mean about being misunderstood?

And I didn’t bump into the other Sarah (the Lady B; the notable one) as I’d hoped, so I couldn't ask whether she had a Christmas tree. But then, it was very dull and depressingly wet, which probably explains everything.

(I seem to have developed a taste for trivial posts again. I wonder whether that’s a good or a bad thing.)