Speak, and you shall find...
I was at Blockbuster the other day and heard a group of girls talking in rapid Japanese.
I couldn’t figure out why I was listening so hard to them. Then it clicked. I missed it. I missed the sound of conversation in a language that is oddly sharp, but flows smooth like cold water.
Who knew that I had grown attached to a language that I had never been smart enough to fully learn. Maybe that’s why I like their film (of the non mind fuck/horror type) so very much; with the subtitles I get the illusion of understanding what the hell they are talking about.
I really am envious of those who have a second language. I’ve tried three, and none of them have stuck. Spanish, a distant cousin to English, didn’t stick; Japanese, so different I shouldn’t’ have been confused, didn’t stick; and American Sign Language, it didn’t even require talking, and I couldn’t do it.
Those of you with them, you don’t know how lucky you are to have more than one language in your head.
I couldn’t figure out why I was listening so hard to them. Then it clicked. I missed it. I missed the sound of conversation in a language that is oddly sharp, but flows smooth like cold water.
Who knew that I had grown attached to a language that I had never been smart enough to fully learn. Maybe that’s why I like their film (of the non mind fuck/horror type) so very much; with the subtitles I get the illusion of understanding what the hell they are talking about.
I really am envious of those who have a second language. I’ve tried three, and none of them have stuck. Spanish, a distant cousin to English, didn’t stick; Japanese, so different I shouldn’t’ have been confused, didn’t stick; and American Sign Language, it didn’t even require talking, and I couldn’t do it.
Those of you with them, you don’t know how lucky you are to have more than one language in your head.