“If you speak to a man in a language he understands it goes to his head; if you talk to him in his language, it goes to his heart.”
I actually quoted this in my personal statement for my university application, which I came across today, and it reminded me why I’m doing what I’m doing. Languages are very powerful, allowing communication, expression, emotion, care and structure – from running a government to international relations, to relationships. I love that by learning new words, grammar, idioms and expressions, I can convey so much to so many people. Just the other day, I spent 20 minutes speaking German on the phone and managed to book some train tickets, as well as have a laugh and a joke with the German man on the other end!
I came up to Yorkshire today to stay with my Nan for a week. This is an amusing conversation with my 5 year old cousin, as follows.
Her: “What does that say?”
Her: “Is that because it solves all the problems on your lips?”
“Order is never observed; it is disorder that attracts attention because it is awkward and intrusive.”
It is fair to say I’ve had my fair share of awkward moments and conversations in the past year or so, but sometimes they come from the most unexpected places! For example, chat that should have been easy and flowing can suddenly get awkward and that can be so incredibly frustrating – most of the time things are only awkward if the way people act to make them so.
“You can think you know someone and then they say something or do something and suddenly everything changes.”
Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves
Sometimes, all it takes it one remark, one statement or a few tiny (seemingly harmless) little words from someone to change your opinion on them. If your opinion changes for the better, then it goes to show how you can never truly know someone, no matter how much you thought you did – it is a welcome surprise. If your opinion changes for the worse, it still goes to show how you can’t truly know them – but it hurts more, because of how you valued them in your life.
A conversation with my 3 year old cousin, as follows:
Her: “I spy with my little eye something beginning with urgh”
Me: “Urgh? What letter is that?!”
Her: “Guess it guess it!”
Me: “urghhhh- urn?”
Her: “no. crocodile.”
“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
If this is true, then tonight’s conversation with two of the girls I live with was as imaginative as could possibly be, covering topics of deep meaningful discussion, the woes of life, and some more ‘banterous’ subjects. Make of that what you will.