I haven’t really been writing much, if at all on the blog for the last while. That is partly to blame on the VPN not working properly along with the internet being slower than a typical 1995 28.8k modem. It’s also partly to blame that I’ve been in a bit of a slump. It’s not that I’ve been missing Canada or anything like that. I think it’s just “trying” to shove so much vocabulary, characters, and grammar into my head daily has made me lack enthusiasm to write even in my own native language.
Normally I’m the type to could write for hours. I like to express myself through writing and that coupled with the fact I just love to read about anything and everything leaves my head hurting by about 1pm every day. I read every sign, try to process characters or analyze radicals or whatever I may be doing. It becomes so taxing over a prolonged period of time. When I first arrived I could look at them but not really “look” at them. I’d see a character, then look away. It’s quite different after you study for a bit and stuff starts to make a bit of sense.
I get home at 1pm, eat, then just want to lay down. I’m then usually confronted with the girlfriend (warden) who kills that idea mighty quickly. Then the rest of the day could be anything. Some of my classmates can sit down and study all day/night long and it’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t think I physically could. It just mentally drains me. I am still learning, and I know Tanya wishes I could just sit down and bury my head in the textbook for 5 hours at a time but that isn’t going to happen. The vocabulary, grammar, pronunciation, pinyin (Chinese written out phonetically using the Roman alphabet), it is all okay. I can study that for a prolonged period of time and I’m fine.
But those damn characters! They will be the sole reason for me needing a padded room soon. No one said Chinese was easy, but this is such a humbling kick in the pants. I’ve never felt like such an idiot as studying just a measly 3 new characters only to forget them the next day. Not like sort of forget how to write it, as in completely forget even the first stroke. Lost in the vast small sea of characters floating around in my brain. I often have to turn to my long haired dictionary known as my girlfriend and ask her for the meaning of a (supposed to be) familiar character and as she looks to see what I am pointing at she says innocently, “you know this one.” She means no harm when she says it, but deep down it makes me feel like such a dumb ass, because she is sorta right, except I should know it. But I easily, oh so very easily forgot it. It’s the worst feeling in the world. Learning Chinese is not just testing my memory, or my aptitude to learning a foreign tonal language. Learning Chinese is mainly testing my patience, kicking my ego down a few notches, and kept me quite humble. But I continue to fight another day and as I write this I probably forgot one or two characters that I learned today but I remind myself: It’s okay. Have fun. Then I just have a laugh at how ridiculous it is to expect anything less.
I think I just wrote more English in this one blog post than I have in the last month. Crazy.
No worries though as this is far from a blog written out of depression or being upset about anything.