Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Writers Dreaming





I couldn’t live for five years without talking. I don’t talk a lot, except with people I know. I understand about hearing more when you don’t talk. In a lot of the classes I’ve had, the people around me always want to talk, and tend to reveal more than they should about themselves when they start. Afterwards, they know nothing about me, while I know them like I’ve written their biography. I see the positive side to not talking much, but for five years with no talking, I guess I don’t understand how that would work. At some point, I think she would have to talk to someone, even if it’s about what she wants for dinner, but it appears she didn’t.

I would really like to be able to speak more than one language. Right now, I’m comfortable with Spanish, and I think if I went to Mexico or Spain, I would be able to do fairly well for myself, but there’s still more to learn and I’d really like to become fluent. I think if I learned another language, I would want to learn one similar to Spanish, like Portuguese or Italian, or one similar to English, like Dutch or German. Living in America, English will likely be enough for most people. In cities like Los Angeles or El Paso where there are a lot of immigrants, it would be useful to know more than just language. In somewhere like New York, who knows how many languages you could hear in one day. It all comes down to where you live and what’s necessary to know.

I can remember a lot of events in my life, a good portion of them pretty clearly, but I would never say I have total recall. Some events like Christmas or birthdays have clearer memories, but most of the rest are just average. I can remember happy events just as clearly as sad or embarrassing events, unless it’s too bad and my memory has just blocked it out of my mind.  My family and I will talk about some memory, and I’ll bring up one that they’ve either forgotten, or have no memory of happening, and the same happens to me.  If it was me, having all my lifetime of memories stored would fill up my head and make me crazy, I don’t know how some people can handle it.

I would believe that after a certain age it becomes hard to learn new things, but I would just say it’s harder, not impossible.  It seems rare for people later in life to learn a new language, or go back to school so they can get a career in a different field.  It all comes down to what is needed, if something is so important that you just have to learn it, you will continue at it regardless of what you have to do. I think people who are older are more likely to  go all in on something different than young people, just because the world keeps changing, and everyone has to adapt.

2 comments:

  1. What you said about "people who are older are more likely to go all in on something" made me think of the older, or non-traditional, students I had in my classes when I taught at MSU and OTC. Despite generally having many more responsibilities than younger college students, the older students seemed to be more committed to their classes and more into having the chance to learn and try new things.

    I agree that remembering absolutely everything that ever happened would lead to madness...But I do wish I remembered more, especially about when my son was little. I have a good memory, but so much of the past seems to just wisp away...

    I have noticed how quiet you are (when I am not a teacher, I am the same way) and I can only imagine the things you take in! What you said about being able to write the biographies of these people who talk a lot made me smile. TMI sometimes, I'm sure...

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  2. Oh yes, I've definitely heard my fair share of stories from people. It's usually TMI, but I also look as it as a good lesson on why not to do something. I suppose that quietness gives me a leg up on people. :)

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