Obsessions and a Lifetime Commitment.

First of all Happy Birthday DG!! :D Hope this new year brings a lot of good things for you and that our friendship grows stronger. Thanks for listening to my rumble all the time and my obsessive behaviours that I’m sure still bother you AND make you laugh. :)

Now that THAT is settled, I’d like to talk today about how counseling affects our daily life. I take it you have not forgotten that I pursue a career in the science of the mind. Since it seems I haven’t spoken much about that lately, I decided to talk about it. While I was reading for an upcoming exam, I noticed some suggestions and examples triggered memories of mine. Moments in which I felt cornered by a persona that made only why questions with a disrespectful voice tone and aggresive body language; moments in which the bad use of open and close questions lead to the awkward end of a conversation; moments in which I, being unaware, controlled a conversation and made its way to the end. The way we engage a conversation with a person is not something to be take lightly. Especially for those in my career.

People come at use seeking help, trusting and hoping a stranger will help them solve their problems, and feel understood. Therefore we cannot risk making them feel bad with our ignorance. Dominating the skills for an effective interview/counseling session is vital to showing our clients the respect we hold for them and how much we value their visit.

I am often asked why do we have to read and study so much… Why do I need up to even ten books per subject, having up to six mandatory subjects per term? And I tell them, looking into the person’s eyes, softening my voice, speaking slowly and leaning slightly forward: “because we owe perfection to you, for as long as you trust us with your world”.

:) Much love,

-DS Razzmatazz.

Autotuning a Heart.

“Don’t take too long

‘Cause I’m on my way

If you take too long”

-Lifehouse (Halfway Gone) 

I used to like pop songs. Yes, I admit it. I used to cherish the Backstreet Boys and the SClub7. Dance to their songs and even let out a little fangirl scream whenever they came on the TV. As time went by, implying me moving from early adolescence, I started exploring more the musical world. I was becoming more of a conscious teenager exploring the world for its essence and my place in it.

Music has been around for as long as we are humans, or so I believe strongly. And I think that’s the best way to put it. It has served to voice our emotions and thoughts. Our passions and losses. When I listen to a song, I can feel whether it was created with deep passion or not. And I am quite sure everyone else can. More and more, there are continually more songs made without true passion other than for the money, it pains me to see the kids of this young generation exposed to such empty shells all the time. And such shells are worshipped and cared for tremendously. They trend and mark the way that thousands want to follow.

I suppose it is easier to like a simple song to dance to and let the body take control. Yes, as if going to our animal roots. Where is delightful inner discussion in our minds, the puzzle of words in which we try to understand the lyric’s meaning and teaching? Where is that craving to feel the vocalist’s anguish or bliss?

And let us not forget today’s technology. We are doped in new technology and bending it to our will. Churning it, molding it, making our lives easier and more boring in a way. With it, human voices can be modified, into sounding better, into sounding funny. And as everything that has been new to us, we’ve abused it. How come now, artists use this tool, the so called “autotune”, to make money, when they even lack the abilities?! I become dazzled and confused, especially when I actually find a person whose voice sweeps me off my feet and gives me goosebumps and it turns out this person is what everyone labels as “nobody”. And then, songs with complete autotune are classified as hits?!

I believe music is a very important sector of our lives. I could even dare say sacred. To be cherisched upon and truly cared for. When we play an instrument always giving our all, our heart and soul into it, filling the melody with our life force, our past and present, our hopes for the future. Whether it is a keyboard, a violin, our voices or even our minds! Use your instrument with deep love… Not lust.

:) Much love,

-DS Razzmatazz.

PS. This blog post is entirely my opinion, denoted by the bunch of I believe’s, and should be respected as such, any complains will be read and considered… As opinions and nothing else. ^^

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