That I have been depressed and bitter for the past few months is understating.
Perhaps I should have remained silent for having nothing nice to say, but no. I have to go on being that wretched thing trying to express itself; a thing all determined to make monthly posts to prove that it is steadfast in a... craft. And if it's trash, then it's trash. That was my best at the time. Everyone has to take a shit. I too will be forgiven for stinking up a room?
These days have been brighter and I can share what my dopamine depression distraction was this time. My hormonal state was balanced enough for me to nudge back toward educational amusement; which got me to where my goring complaints about existence could lose their brute force, and the knife throwing more nerfed than dodgeball. Heh, my complaints would have sparkling brut force then?
Languages are fascinating. I can and do get caught up in thinking about the way people attach sounds to objects, ideas, actions, feelings... someone's smuk is someone else's pulchritude. And I am an idiot (no degrees here) who bothers to ask a pseudo-scholarly, "why?"
How do humans come to agree on a set of weird noises and hand gestures that mean the same things to them? Then how do they agree on a set of weird squiggle shapes that stand for the weird noises they make? Why did those choices feel right to those people?
By reason of this anthropological curiosity (and with my latest professional crush in mind), I went on Duolingo and added Danish to my list of languages that I learn– recreationally. I have all five of the romance languages, Welsh, Japanese, Chinese, Navajo, and now Danish on that list.
Please, please do not think I am some polyglot. Poly? Yeah, sure. (In theory.) But the glot part? Eh...
I don't learn languages for the practical purpose of talking to someone. Heck, no! WHY WOULD I BE PRACTICAL?! I aM aN arTiST! And do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to TaLk to people in my default language to begin with?!
I stuff my head with sounds and concepts of language so I can make connections that are interesting to me. You have to do what interests you first, right? Perhaps others would find these connections interesting? I can only hope...
So, with all the Northmen I've got in my head looking on (What? Doesn't everyone have Northmen in their heads? Is that just a me problem?), I started down that dim, mist laden road of ø, and making sounds akin to choking on a salted licorice. (Salted licorice is unironically awesome, by the way.)
I'm a few lessons into Duo's Danish and dying already from the pronunciations of words that look like they should be so damned obvious to say and then aren't. You read. And listen. And you find you want to yell expletives at the words for looking one way, but sounding another way; so you blubber rather than make the appropriate pronunciation while the app keeps asking you to say it again one more time causing vasodilation (blushing, sweating, physical embarrassment reaction) even though you are alone in the room and no one can hear what would cause an entire Scandinavian tribe break to out in hives.
I'm throwing mad, what the ever loving f– exclamations at the app, and all the way back to the ancestors here.
Like, why use the letter D when what you really mean is an L that refuses go cavort on the fens with their buddies because of that one time they were humiliated in front of someone they liked by falling completely into some frigid bog water; and caught a cold?
You can't just swap out Ð (ð) like that! Ð isn't even an L sound! Do I have to go back in time and yell at block printers?!
Oh, and, hey, y'alls can kiss off with your vigesimal counting system. (3 - ½) x 20 is a single Danish number? Seriously? Psh. We get it. You can do aaall the maths. No need to flex so hard to impress the peasants. I have a trauma from the 1st grade connected with math. I, for one, am not impressed.
In conclusion, learn Swedish first.
Which, I won't. For reasons. 😉
Jeg har en... cerebro lleno de chingaderas. Regarde, j'aime beaucoup cet Bonkersville mais... Who is going to understand me? É uma coisa terrível mas maraviolhosa também. *sigh doble*
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