Language

One of the things i want to do before i rot is to learn at least one other language than English. Just thinking about how different people learned to communicate in different ways and developed their own style and nuance is incredible. I listen to other people say things i can't begin to understand everywhere i go and i am awestruck at how to them, it is as clear and wonderful as my own words are to me. language is an art-form and a dance with an entire world turning to the tune and i desperately want to join in on the fun.

...there are just three small problems.

1. I have no idea WHAT language i want to learn, every time i search for a conclusion i panic at all the potential doors that will suddenly be closed because i didn't pick the right words. how can i choose just one?

2. I don't actually have anyone i can talk to. My social group is restricted to just family and a few family friends. I've never been particularly social in the first place so i'll go for weeks and only speak with the three people that live in the same house as me. how can someone learn the steps when there's nobody to dance with?

3. I stutter. A lot. It's not as bad as it used to be, but only after speech therapy every week from third grade to my junior year of high school. I can say a short sentence or two smoothly, but once i start trying to really run with a topic i start to trip up, and sometimes I'll even be reduced to jumbles of "uh"s and "ack"s and "the-the-the-the"s. Imagine how butchered a language would be if i got my hands on it.

...and that's my rant. an artists lament, one of many. thank you for reading.