I spent some of this weekend trying to slow down the massive amount of self-criticism that has built up. I exist with or without this voice in my head telling me I should be further along then I am. As do the tests I have to take, the chores I have to do, the relationships I want to flourish. If I work harder to quiet these critical voices, will my life be better or worse? Are these voices really necessary? No.
I am also taking steps work with other classmates and volunteer groups to get more conversation practice. I want to engage people more, now that I can talk a little. I get my hair cut tomorrow, my stylist will be my next unwilling victim.
On a good note, I made an offhand sarcastic remark to my girlfriend and she actually laughed, which is a small accomplishment. I was walking her to the station last night and we usually pass a guy who sells ramen from a cart. The strange part is that he chooses a rather desolate spot to set up camp. So when he wasn't there, I said that maybe he found an even less busy street.
So, Shecky Green, I ain't. But how many laughs did he get in Japanese? I would venture to say I am leading him 1-0.