Today I saw a news piece that was 100% true in one of the big tv channels' website. But it was poorly headlined, and for an hour it caused the local Twittersphere to go crazy. It proved many things, but mostly it showed that it's very hard to be a journalist in this world. And it's sad, because the profession has helped me improve myself so much.
  1. Better listener
    I think I love doping interviews more than anything else about journalism. I'm fascinated by the simple act if listening to a person talk about their passions, their stories, their knowledge. I use the recorder (or recording app) as a mere backup; I mostly take notes and really listen. I take that approach to any conversation I have. And, well, I do try to stop myself from trying to find out who's lying to me.
  2. Socially aware
    Like too many middle-classers, I lived in my own little bubble for a long time. Who cared about the rest of the world, all I want is my fun. But when you start talking to all kinds of people in all walks of life, and you start reading things you weren't reading before... well, that bubble gets burst.
  3. I like people. Ordinary people.
    I've spoken to one of the Harlem Globetrotters. To some of the top political and economical analysts. To a veteran radio DJ whom I considered a personal hero. At least three gorgeous actresses and models. Enough lawmakers on both sides of the political spectrum to make me sick. But some of my favorite interviews have been with street jugglers, housewives, peddlers, cobblers and hairdressers. And I found two things: they're remarkably similar, and I like hearing them.
  4. I've become less impulsive
    That's a double edged sword. True, I'm less hotheaded and therefore things like the one in the introduction are less likely to happen to me. But I can also be prone to overthinking, which sometimes can make me miss things. Events. Opportunities. But I also become more critical of everything I see or read