It's just that... Everything is in every thing. Es en la arte como en las ciencias, en la música como en la literatura y estoy casi cerca a pedir mi mente enteramente y por la última vez.
Él me dijo, parece que ustedes hablan la misma lenguaje, pero ¿Qué más hay?
¿QUÉ MÁS HAY, QUÉ MÁS HAY? ¿ESTÁS REALMENTE PREGUNTANDOME QUÉ MÁS HAY?
Yo no hablo la misma lenguaje con alguien. Para mí, no es pequeña cosa hablar la misma lenguaje. Estoy capaz de disculpar alguien cualquier pecado si solamente pueden entender las palabras veniendo de mi boca. No necesitan entenderme como yo, solamente mis palabras para que yo sé que no estoy hablando una idioma de extraterrestrios.
I had one such a run in today with someone who speaks a different "l"anguage with a little l than I do. OK, fine. Our tongues are different, but is it really possible that I say "worm" for example, and you hear "butternut squash?" J.H.C.A. And for crying out loud, don't be MEAN, RUDE, when you don't understand what I'm saying. I'm not talking about a misunderstanding on the literal level. Literally, I got it across. I am just SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired of saying things and people looking at me like I'm crazy.
Things matter to me. Everyone has something that matters to them, a lover, a friend, a group. This things are all... good. But what matters more to me is answers, understanding. And I just become downright furious when someone treats me like I'm dumb for asking questions. Don't tell me I'm dumb, just think. I get so discouraged when no one wants to think. This is grad school. It's too much work if all you want is your name on a piece of paper that says you have a master's degree. I don't understand why anyone would go through this if they don't have questions. So yeah, speak my Language, and I'll forgive you anything. Too bad this is excessively true.
I need some crayons... or my drum. Alcohol? Stuff to do tomorrow.
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