Had an interview today. It went better than the last one I emo'd about. More prepared this time, more confident.
But something caught me off guard at first.
It was a group interview. I didn't know such a thing existed. About seven or eight people were interviewed as a group. The person interviewing us did a good job. Any other time I would've adapted to his format smoothly. He told us about himself, we told a little about ourselves, he asked two questions, we answered, and then we asked questions. Replace all those pronouns with
I and the like, and I would've been fine.
I wasn't initially comfortable talking in front of strangers. That ain't me. Even minor things that matter to me I don't share with just anyone. So I do what I normally do in that kind of situation: speak in fragments, one words. You know you're in my confidence when I speak to you in complete sentences. :D
Toward the middle and end, I grew more at ease. And if I don't get the internship, I won't be disappointed. It was a learning experience, that's for sure.
Tangentially related, even major things that matter to me I don't share with just anyone. For instance, I keep my music—the one thing that means more to me than anything—to myself (it helps that i only ever listen to music on headphones). But yeah, I don't let my family know what I like, for the most part. Or some of my friends, either.
In my teens (15?), I tried to share part of me with Dad (an exercise that was never and never will be repeated). I let him hear
Voi feat. Dzenita's "Free". His response?
Depressing, blah, blah, don't let me catch you hearing anything like this again. Something along those lines. He didn't know my reason for liking something and I didn't feel like bothering to explain. I doubt he would've
got it.
For me vocals are just another sound. They only have meaning if I
choose to give them meaning. And most times I'm too taken by an arrangement or sound to give lyrics the time of day. That's the trouble when one person's definition of something differs from someone else's. My definition of music differs from most people's, I imagine.
Strangely, a few years ago, Tasha had a music project in college and asked me for music recommendations. She liked 'em (:O) and asked me to make more CDs for her. Never did get around to it.