I was introduced a book written by Mr. Fish saying how was Mr.Fish's life for 230days in US after laid off in Korea. This book is categorized as travel journal group but rather be Diary-Non fiction. Exciting. (Thanks HJ)
Some pages tell me his English is not bad, others tell me he had a trouble to live in US due largely to English.
#In NY, a big black shouted "Fucking garbage tourists, keep your ass at home all day long with the fucking terrible English".
He was surprised and looked around. What a shame... only him there. He has no idea it's to him otherwise the black was just upset and talked himself. Anyway he was also not comfortable with those fucking words. he shouted back with the hip-hop musicians' name that he knows all. The black was standing there saying nothing but seemed embarrassed enough. Mr.Fish just wants to let him know He is not fucking garbage tourists by speaking out the alphabet.#
By going through those experiences, he was seriously tired and sick of using English. Sometimes I feel same when having the conversation in English (Personal & Business), if I am surprised, embarrassed or insane, suddenly every alphabet is out of my brain and mouth. Nothing goes to my ears, nothing comes out from my mouth. Here's the similar Mr.Fish's story.
[Only 4 days from the start make me totally exhausted and depressed in
spirits. It seems I would be never able to see Dead-End and the desolate plain
next to the road jumps to my loneliness. Particularly it was L.A.N.G.U.A.G.E
that makes me tired at the lightening speed.
Ask the way as I may, Order
foods in a restaurant as I may, Nobody understood my English and they even
ignored me. The more I was isolated, the more I can not deliver what I want to
others. Although people say "No", I was becoming a fool. In the end, I didn't
want to talk to anybody longer. No matter what, they never catch my words.
When I arrived at Barsto located at the end of East-California,
darkness fell upon the city.
I had no time to spare and just entered the
motel found first. Without greeting, I torn a note and wrote "Any room
available?" and showed him at the desk. He looked at me weird and said Yes but
still seemed against me since my action was quite strange. Asked me again "Are
you alone?" I wrote down "Yes, I'm alone" by using the note. After a while, a
big lady came out and stole a glance at me. They talked to each other, I
couldn't understand but I knew they were talking about me. -_-
I put down again and thrust it before their eyes.
"I can not speak but listen. I would like to stay here one night of my
travel now. How much does it cost?"
They finally got it and gave me a warm smile and... poured words like 'felt
strange since you don't talk, where do you come from, where are you going to,
are you alone, blah blah.. ' All the questions were answered by notes written by
me. It seems they were excited to experience that situation like soap opera.. so
kept asking me. :'( Fortunately they found me looked tired and gave me a room
key.
They provided me with the room at the unbelievably cheap price and the
mildest smile for good night. When I arrived at the door, I found there's a
sticker for the handicapped. The room was big enough for every wheel-chair can
pass through and has a big bathroom. I deceived the old couple by saying nothing
with my selfishness. In spite of that fact, I didn't have a guilty
conscience. I was so tired that I forgot how to speak. ]
Not only English.
Even though I use my mother tongue, writing is much better than speaking. So do I. Some talks that I have a difficulty to speak directly rather be delivered in written. I do that a lot and have thought why, why, why. And my answer is... I just don't want to face the immediate response after my talk. At least for me, it is kind of foul play.
I will learn again how to speak.
I will learn how to face.