I'm gonna be pretty straight-forward.
I don't understand how I can disrespect someone verbally when I can't understand what that person is trying to say in the first place. However, I'm apparently an ass to my grandma when she talks to me since I don't (and can't really) respond back. I get bitched at for it from my father for it since she tells him what I did. I used to want to change and improve the way I talk to her but I'm slowly becoming apathetic.
I would learn Korean if I had a purpose of using it or if I wasn't jaded. All of my life, all I've heard in the fuckin language is bitching, complaining, and arguing (both from TV and from reality). Plus, most NATIVE Koreans don't have anything in common with me and I don't like their morals or beliefs. I want to learn German and Russian since I have a serious interest those places, among others. Also because I have had such pleasant experiences and hospitality with both people who speak those languages.
As for pride, I have pride in myself and that's all that matters.
Don't get me wrong, I love my fam... just not my dad's side and just knowing that I have some of his genes sickens me. Once I get my life together and leave this place I once called a home, I will more than likely burn the bridge that separates my father and I until I feel that I am ready to talk to him again. If he happens to pass away by the time that I feel I am ready, I will not shed a tear and I will move on.
I would learn Korean if I had a purpose of using it or if I wasn't jaded. All of my life, all I've heard in the fuckin language is bitching, complaining, and arguing (both from TV and from reality). Plus, most NATIVE Koreans don't have anything in common with me and I don't like their morals or beliefs. I want to learn German and Russian since I have a serious interest those places, among others. Also because I have had such pleasant experiences and hospitality with both people who speak those languages.
As for pride, I have pride in myself and that's all that matters.
Don't get me wrong, I love my fam... just not my dad's side and just knowing that I have some of his genes sickens me. Once I get my life together and leave this place I once called a home, I will more than likely burn the bridge that separates my father and I until I feel that I am ready to talk to him again. If he happens to pass away by the time that I feel I am ready, I will not shed a tear and I will move on.