Yesterday I was a bit cross with life in general and in the process of cleaning out some things I came across a magazine that instantly made me a bit more hopeful. You might be thinking “pfff! you’re one of those?” but the reason was an article about female bodyguards (turned out to be a bit shorter than I had hoped when I bought the magazine), and an article about Jessica Ennis – from before the Olympics so she was still at the ‘hopeful winner’ stage. They are really inspirational women so I decided to keep the magazine.
Background story: Friday I met an old classmate for coffee and as has become custom many places in the world, he tried to hug me to say hello – except yesterday I asked him not to because I took a landing on my neck in judo on Thursday. It’s only a matter of time before my club nicknames me “Accident Prone”. That is what it is, but it gave us a reason to talk about judo, and what annoyed me was the following:
– he consistently referred to judo as wrestling. I don’t expect or demand others to be as interested in my sport as I am, but at least I try to get the name right when talking to others about their hobbies.
– he made a point of how big a sacrifice it must be for my sense of femininity to have short nails as required when doing judo. Last time I checked, short nails did not equal dirty nails or being badly groomed in general.
– that was followed by questions about whether I have “bulked up” by training and if I could then still fit my dresses.
I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and think that he meant no harm, but for a moment I had to clench my teeth to not turn rude.
But what is it with nay-sayers creeping out from all corners these days?
I have seen posts recently from some of you mentioning how others are telling you how impossible it will be for you to ever master a foreign language without living where it is spoken by the general population. It’s annoying because it’s not really necessary for them to put that much energy into trying to talk someone out of learning a different language, but it also seems that with time most language learners come to just nod understandingly at these people while silently pitying them for how many experiences they must be missing out on.
If we all sat on our bums and never bothered learning anything new, the world would be such a boring place. At gatherings I don’t fear being seated next to those who have “weird” hobbies, I fear having to spend hours trying to make conversation with someone who doesn’t have any interests whatsoever.
I’m not going to become a beyond-super-keen coach type yelling encouragements at everyone I meet, but I have decided to become the antidote to these people whenever I meet them “in action” and whenever I come across someone who has the courage to share that he or she has taken up a ‘quirky’ hobby – such as learning Korean!