I Am Cavewoman, Hear Me Roar
Not knowing the language of the country I’m in makes me feel like a cavewoman, which is both exhilarating and terribly frustrating. Sometimes I feel like I’m mute. Sometimes I just wish we could all roar, in different tones and frequencies, and miraculously understand each other. Homo sapiens have come a long way, oh have we. We’ve evolved from roaring nomads living in perfect balance with our environment to device infested, sedentarians (that’s not really a word, FYI) living FAR outside the means of our planet. But that’s neither here nor there and not the point of this rant.
The point is, don’t you feel like a total asshole when your in a foreign country and actually make someone’s day harder because it takes 20 minutes (okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration – point being, far too long) to ask where the bathroom is? Or when you actually have the audacity to get frustrated WITH THEM because they don’t understand YOU? What do you mean, you don’t know english, english!, doesn’t EVERYONE know english? And then you’re just the arrogant a-hole who moves to a foreign country and can’t speak the language. Or better yet, you’re the a-hole American whose country is so superior that your education system doesn’t make learning any other language a priority.
I REALLY don’t want to be this a-hole for much longer, so either I need to learn Mandarin or start a campaign to de-evolve into roaring cave people. What do you think?