In the pages of this blog, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I love museums. It almost doesn’t even matter to me what the museum is displaying–whether it’s history, art, nature, it doesn’t matter–I love it all. And I think I’ve finally figured out why. You see, I’ve always been a snooper. As a kid, I would hunt through the house around Christmas time in search of my presents. I like eavesdropping on random conversations in public (Yes, I’m a creeper). I like asking people questions about their lives, so despite being shy and an introvert, I’ve always enjoyed interviewing people for the various articles I’ve written over the years. I like reading biographies, and basically anything that falls into the historical fiction category; all because I really like learning about other people’s lives.
So I’ve recently come to terms with the fact that the reason I like museums so much is that I like to snoop through other people’s things, or take a peek into the past and see what life was like in a different time, or what life is like for a different species, or to look at art and wonder what the artist was feeling while they created it. Other people’s lives fascinate me.
Recently I had the opportunity to visit a bunch of tiny museums in blink-and-you-miss them kind of towns through Snohomish County for my job, and despite being small and not having any artifacts that are going to change the world, I still found them to be unique and weird and wonderful in their own right. Why does it thrill me so much to see some old wedding dress, or a banner from a high school I’ve never heard of? Why do I care what people 100 years ago used to cook, or the machines they used to farm? I don’t know. I just do. I feel a natural curiosity about the lives of others, and poking through old stuff in some Podunk towns museum’s seems to bring me some satisfaction.
How do you feel about museums? Do you find them thrilling, or are they a bore?