Currently, I feel like my brain is being put up for auction at the local dump. "Why is that?" you ask? Language Inundation. Let me explain some.
In case you haven't heard from my blog/flickr/youtube, then I'm proud to announce that I'm going to Honduras in October to need great. This presents a problem, though. I don't speak Spanish beyond asking where the toilet is. So I embark on my efforts to learn Spanish. In the meantime, I'm also learning Japanese and Rutoro.
Why am I learning Japanese? Because I simply adore Japan, its culture, people, language, and food. Someday I hope to return there. Why am I learning Rutoro? Shouldn't that be rather obvious? I'm in Africa!
So with all of this dreaded thinking going on behind my back, it leaves very little time for normal activities, like sleeping, or seeing how close you can get to goats without them charging you. Those little guys can be aggressive.
I'm coming up on 23 years old. (On Monday!) So I've been thinking. (Its true, pick your jaw up off the floor) I've been planning my life out, with plenty of room for the "oh snap"s "I didn't see that coming"s, "she is pretty"s and so on and so forth. (I'm kidding about the 'pretty' part, calm down. Why are you so interested in my ((nonexistent)) love life anyway?) My purpose is to remain in Jehovah's favor (original, isn't it?), and my plan is to do so while need greating until the end of this rubbish excuse of a system of things. Eventually, a young brother needs to be able to settle down in a congregation so he can assist and actually be of a more permanent sense of being. Now, as I've mentioned, I have no plans of stopping need greating, so I'll end up 'settling' in a form of need greating, not returning to my home congregation where I am thoroughly unneeded. So far I have a rather awesome idea of where I'm going to end up, but I'm keeping it boxed up until I get to see more of it unfold.
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Not worth it, to me. Sanity is far too boring.
Until I see the full fruition of my epic plans and life course and the current step in such (Africa), I sip my mountain dew awaiting the next African challenge to try and break me. I pity the obstacles that set themselves in my way. Little do they know the strength I've found, and even less do they know the inherent stubbornness I possess. Jehovah, things have been rough, and I know they'll get worse, but I'm more confident in you now than ever before.
More to come on the brothers and sisters of Fort Portal, so read on!
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