June 12th, 2020 | Language
I realized the other day on my run that the fact that I am in another country where I can't speak the lingo might be affecting my mental state. I can't gossip. I can't eavesdrop. I can't critic what someone is saying. Their accent. Their tone. Their choice of words. I am numb to all those discreet social cues and details. For example, one of my room mates is from Sardinia, and my other room mates from Rome would tease him for fun for his accent. To me they sound exactly the same. Not being able to understand the language spoken around me makes me very self centered. Not always a good thing, but at this point in my life I think it is. I'm trying to change my life, and I need all my focus to be on that.