Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Do we actually care?

I have recently finished reading 'Sing You Home' by Jodi Picoult - who I must say, I'm absolutely loving at the moment! Although I thought the story was good (I won't go into detail as some of you may actually want to read it), it was actually the sub plot that caught my attention the most.

Long story, short - this storyline followed a suicidal teenage girl through her music therapy sessions. She began to form a close bond with her therapist and actually assumed they were friends because the therapist 'cared' about her. Even though the therapist did care about her, she was soon reminded that the therapist was just that, a therapist. So, this actually leaves me with some unanswered questions!

  1. Can we ever really believe someone when they say 'I care about you'? 
  2. Do we care about people, or do we just do the right thing?
I know I should just be happy/grateful/pleased when someone tells me they care about me - but you only ever seem to be 'cared' about, when there is a problem. If you're fine (or seem fine), people don't usually seem too bothered about what you're doing with your life, and they let you get on with it. How many people do you lose touch with when your life is dandy? 

I am aware of how cynical this sounds, but when you stop and think, surely there is some logic in there somewhere? Maybe it's just me, so I would love to hear what you think too!

 
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