I hate not knowing things and I hate not being able to involve myself in conversations. Imagine, therefore, my frustration as I begin to integrate myself into my new life in San Sebastian.
Classes are going well, very well in fact. I know more Spanish than I thought I did, but I still don’t know enough for day to day life. I speak very slowly and understanding takes many repetitions. People will often turn to the person beside them and start a new conversation once I’ve finished my first thought, but haven’t finished the conversation. I don’t get angry with them, however. I’d likely do the same. It’s tiring for them to converse with me. So, I swallow my ego and try to understand whatever I can from the new conversation.
Of course being impatient doesn’t help either. I want to know it all now. I want to be fluent now. I end up wanting to cry about half the time from the frustration.
No wonder most people don’t pursue happiness.