Language

Learning a new language is a very interesting thing. Communicating with someone whose skills are limited is a very complicated task. You say tomato, I say tomato. Yeah, I know. It’s not so simple.

It scares me to think about life’s fragility and people’s reasons to leave, betray, and detach.

I am used to being independent and single. I do what I want most of the time and that’s something I really like.
I am proud of my accomplishments: yesterday I did everything I had planned to do and more. It was so nice to cross everything off the list. I was so tired at the end of the day, but I managed to cook a fantastic dinner and take care of some of my personal beauty needs as well. I made lemon-shrimp scampi with coconut rice. The flavors were just right.

I am reading “The Meaning of Tango” by Denniston. It’s a fascinating book. I learned so many things about tango from it.

I recently read “Fine As We Are” by Algy Craig Hall. It reminds of Splat, the real one.

One of the things I did yesterday was to buy a tripod to take better photos. It’s a simple one and it wasn’t very expensive, but I think it will serve its purpose.

Because I will have two jobs in the near future, I will not be able to see my psychologist anymore. We will have a last session in two weeks and that’s it. I don’t think it was helping me that much anyway. We never have enough time to cover everything I want to talk about and I only see her every two weeks.

I was thinking about when I turned six-years old. We were having a family party at my home with music and some family members. I asked one of my cousins to ask me to dance and he refused to ask me properly, the way I wanted him to. I got sad. My relationship with my cousins was always troublesome. I found some comfort in my female cousins or some animosity out of jealousy sometimes. In my male cousins I found hostility and sometimes unwanted attention.

Life is never the way we want it to be? What if we don’t know how we want it to be?