There is nothing a cup of coffee and a sweet treat can't fix. You might even figure out some lies while talking to people close to you and you stand it better because the sugar and coffee gave you some kind of consolation. Don't worry, no one has fooled me, nor have I lied to anyone. Maybe just myself. The moment when you realize it can be a real eye-opener, what you will do with the facts you got to know is another thing already. Maybe the best thing is just to keep calm and continue with your tasty coffee. 😁
We were in a coffee shop last Sunday. A friend of mine, my husband and I, after a walk we took. Oh, it seems it has become a tradition lately that we stop to recharge our batteries and later continue with the walk or go home. We also need some energy for that, of course. What perfect excuses I can find for a cup of coffee, right? 😂 This time I ordered a cappuccino; they served it in a tall glass, in layers. On the bottom, there was a layer of chocolate, then milk, coffee and whipped cream on top. Sprinkled with cinnamon... that was really tasty. 🤤
I also ordered a chocolate roll. It was normal, nothing special or anything out of this world, but it served me well to give me back some energy. I am writing all of this just to postpone the main thing I wanted to share with you to introduce into our environment the taste I had in my mouth when I realized I was kind of fooling myself. The bitterness of the truth seemed to be tempered with sweetness. 😁
We talked to our friend about many topics, mostly everyday stuff that we had during the week and we also touched on the topic of my trips to our old place where I still work. She asked why I hadn't started looking for a job in the place I live now, and it was not the first time she had asked it. (btw, not the only person either to make the same question). She has every right to ask that, I know she just wants me good. She is worried that I am driving home late in the evening as there are always risks on the road, that I lose my time and also money for the fuel. My typical answer is that I promised the school to continue going while they don't find another teacher and that I can't just leave them in the middle of the school year as it is also a great responsibility and emotional attachment, that I also still earn money by travelling all the way there and that the students love me and... I could continue for a while, as I did, but something inside me was telling me that it was not the whole truth. Maybe it is just a facade for my insecurity. My self-confidence that I could perfectly speak the language of the environment went to sleep a while ago, perhaps I did not consciously realize it but in that coffee shop I clearly heard that my thoughts were telling me that I would only find rejection and that is why I do not want to move from my false comfort. Thank goodness, my cappuccino was there to distract me from these thoughts. 😆
In some serious situations, it is actually advisable to turn everything into a joke. Not in all of them, of course, but these small superficial traumas and insecurities have found their way into additional laughter. My son successfully passed all his exams this semester, the grades are very mixed hahaha, but that doesn't matter, the important thing is that he passed all of them. He is happy, and so are we, and it seems he luckily didn't inherit my sensibility that everything has to be excellent. He got a high grade in English and while telling us that he sent us a screenshot of the examples of some mistakes that the students (of course, without naming anyone) made. The students even had the chance to vote for the funniest mistake so these are the results:
We laughed a lot at some examples and imagined how we would also make stupid mistakes and we surely do, whether in English, Spanish or in our two mother tongues. The thing is that many times we just literally translate some words or expressions in our mind from another language and it sounds ridiculous or incorrect. I admit that I have a problem with accents, (apart from many others that native English speakers surely notice in my posts) so to a word with a certain melody that would be written in my mother tongue in one way, I apply that rule in another language if I don't pay close attention, especially in Spanish. And who knows how many mistakes I wrote here today, better if we don't pay a lot of attention. 😂 It is said that the more languages you speak, the more advantages you have. However, it can also be a double-edged sword because after you know a few different languages, perhaps none of them is perfect anymore. Do you feel the same way?
Tomorrow is Sunday again. Maybe we will take a walk, have coffee and chit-chat in a coffee shop with our friend and who knows, maybe some new truths or lies will appear in my cup of coffee. 😅
