Saturday, September 10, 2011

Being Interviewed

Not long ago, I was invited to do an interview for a local radio station as an artist. Now, because of my previous years spent mostly in silence, I can't really say that I am very good at talking. There are few subjects I know enough to discuss, and the few I have put some thought in... well, people generally aren't as open/interested in them. It suits me well, I have always been introvert and have lately understood much of why it is so, and I am settling and feeling rather content with the answers I have found. 
      Anyhow, after doing some thinking, I decided it might be good practice. After all, I have realized that I have to be able to feel comfortable with making a conversation. Overall, it was a good experience and an opportunity to "market my music" which I am truthfully grateful for, but I'd rather avoid similar situations in the future..:


"Tell us about yourself." I was blown away. I said the first things that came to my mind; name, age and where I lived. They didn't seem too pleased. The interview continued with a lot of 'hmms' and 'errs'. It was not at all practice in making a conversation. The interviewer sat with an already prepared sheet with questions, his nose buried in it, the technician looked into his computer and even though I tried making eye contact with both of them, I found myself more or less talking to myself, or the walls,  or the roof, faintly aware that at least tens of people were listening to this strange... thing. It didn't make me feel better when the interviewer started giggling occasionally, probably assuming I was making a joke, which I didn't do, not once. Oh well, to the point:

I am a person in constant change. My mind and my way of being are as floating as a wind in a thunderstorm. There is not a recipe instructing "how to make a Lysander: add some happiness to three drops of cold tears, stir vividly 'til a chaotic song emerges from the substance and bake in oven for 18 years". I mean... How do you give answers about yourself that will last longer than, I don't know,  a year? Or do people really believe that they have been born to be a certain way? Or did I miss something, am I supposed to develope a certain way of being and remain that way, just because, so that people'll think they know me? I am different in different situations, and I like different things at different times of my life. I have always believed change is something good, something that enrichens. Talking about myself that much, only made me nervous of becoming too unfamiliar with myself...

Although, I can admit myself being very fond of spice ice creams for the time being!

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