The moon light has dimmed somewhat and the rose petals have wilted. Beyond the basics of any given language lies an entire mine field of miscommunication or, at least, frustratingly slow communications of seemingly basic things.
As I have tipped the scale of input vs. output towards the output side, obviously my learning has slowed down and thus my vocabulary has expanded little. With it has come all sorts of problems, least of which was me getting pushy in search for clarity and to ease my insecurities about the unknown.
Thus, I do believe the loaded gun has fired in it’s holster, consequently shooting me in the foot. So to speak.
Christmas is a big deal here in China and I’ve gotten myself involved way over my head in all sorts of things. In a fuzzy blur I have signed up to be Santa Claus AND sing, in a restaurant, on Christmas Eve. After a week and a half of spreading the Christmas cheer in my classes, my ‘Ho Ho Ho’ is up to scratch, but I have never been a singer. Oh oh no. Yes.
So, this weekend will be… er… fun? Perhaps.
I first have to fight my way through the rest of my classes. Last night, after again being virtually mugged by two little kids trying to tear my Christmas hat of my head, I kind of exploded and went on spewing fire about having my personal space violated so often each day.
Me getting angry is unfortunately a very visual affair, because with my bold, shaved head, I light up like Rudolph’s red nose. I could feel myself getting hot, and with it, red, from my chin up to my ears and then from the front to the back of my head. Quite scary actually, not intended, but wholly unavoidable.
Sigh. Alas, every action has an equal and opposite reaction and this too, will have repercussions. Those usually take a day or two. I wait patiently.