Are there any who have (had) the “right of definition” about you?
“Ej, du er da vidst også lidt sart”, “dig kan man altid regne med”, “du er altid så sød” “er du sur?”, “der er da vidst en som har lidt temperament”, “du er jo god til det der med XYZ…”
Sommetider kan vi på et ubevidst plan blive tildelt en rolle af andre, sommetider tager vi den også på os – også de gode definitioner, såvel som dem der kan være sværere at “sluge”.
Sandheden og kunsten er, at vi har selv vores egen “definitionsret” – særligt hvis der er en rolle, som ikke tjener os… og måske mere nogle andre?
Holistisk terapi kan hjælpe dig med at komme hjem til dig selv .
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“No, you’re also a bit delicate”, “you can always be counted on”, “you’re always so sweet” “are you mad?”, “you must have a bit of a temper”, “you’re good for that with XYZ…”
Sometimes, on an unconscious level, we can be assigned a role by others, sometimes we also take it on ourselves – including the good definitions, as well as those that can be harder to “swallow”.
The truth and the art is that we ourselves have our own “right of definition” – especially if there is a role that does not serve us… and perhaps more so some others?
Holistic therapy can help to bring you home to yourself.
Lyrics:
You know I’m impatient so why would you leave me waiting outside the station when it was like minus 4 degrees and I get what you’re saying I just really don’t wanna hear it right now can you shut up for like once in your life, listen to me I took your nice words of advice, about how you think I’m gonna die lucky if I turn 33, Ok so yeah I smoke like a chimney, I’m not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week, but cut me some slack who do you want me a to be Cause I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve been And I’m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed And I’m too clever and then I’m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month And I’m too perfect till I show you that I’m not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot It’s taking you ages still don’t get the hint I’m not asking for pages, but one text or two would be nice and please don’t pull those faces when I’ve been out working my ass off all day it’s just one bottle of wine or two but hey! you can’t even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep, then why you out getting stoned at 4 o‘clock, and then you come home to me and don’t say hello cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes Cause I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve been And I’m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed And I’m too clever and then I’m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month And I’m too perfect till I show you that I’m not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot And I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve been And I’m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed And I’m too clever and then I’m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month And I’m too perfect till I show you that I’m not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot