I know, I am being quirky and philosophical right now, but I gotta get this out of my system. I have never been content with pregnant pauses... Ever. And even far less patient when reduced to the likeness of a mime in Paris that only knows Greek. Which just reminded me of Bastile day 2006 in Paris when my step dad walked up to a French Police officer inquiring why the bridge over the Seine river was closed [for fireworks] and exclaimed in frustration, "Doesn't anyone speak English in this country?" It's OK, it was his first trip outside the US and a big culture shock for him. I give him credit, and loved every minute of our time together in Paris. But I digress...
I am in Korea and I hear language all around me, but feel as though I am talking to myself all day long. At work I even have resorted to answering my own questions or arranging the limited vocabulary of my students into a comprehensible sentence while guessing about 99.9% of what they might be wanting to communicate. I have been wrong on so many occasions it makes me sick. Now I am regretting ever playing hooky for my theater class at university... Wait a minute, I am a business major. No wonder I su'huck at miming.
Seriously I want to learn the language and I want to learn it now!!! I am dying to have a conversation with the locals in my current locale because I have an insatiable appetite for connecting with others. I don't know if it is because I crave approval, attention, or just really want to appreciate the people and place where I am at right now. For the record, I don't care, I just need intelligent conversation in any language but without the charades. If I ever get a Pictionary game for a birthday or Christmas present I think I will self destruct.
I have been reading a dogeared copy of Oswald Chambers' "My Utmost for His Highest." I am still contemplating todays musings and the thought that "God's silences are His answers." If this is a gift from above than I am in a timewarp and I'm not receiving the message. What's missing here? I'd try miming it out, but I'm afraid I'd get that answer wrong too because we all know I su'huck at miming.
I am in Korea and I hear language all around me, but feel as though I am talking to myself all day long. At work I even have resorted to answering my own questions or arranging the limited vocabulary of my students into a comprehensible sentence while guessing about 99.9% of what they might be wanting to communicate. I have been wrong on so many occasions it makes me sick. Now I am regretting ever playing hooky for my theater class at university... Wait a minute, I am a business major. No wonder I su'huck at miming.
Seriously I want to learn the language and I want to learn it now!!! I am dying to have a conversation with the locals in my current locale because I have an insatiable appetite for connecting with others. I don't know if it is because I crave approval, attention, or just really want to appreciate the people and place where I am at right now. For the record, I don't care, I just need intelligent conversation in any language but without the charades. If I ever get a Pictionary game for a birthday or Christmas present I think I will self destruct.
I have been reading a dogeared copy of Oswald Chambers' "My Utmost for His Highest." I am still contemplating todays musings and the thought that "God's silences are His answers." If this is a gift from above than I am in a timewarp and I'm not receiving the message. What's missing here? I'd try miming it out, but I'm afraid I'd get that answer wrong too because we all know I su'huck at miming.
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