My goal as of now is to write a comprehensive and grammatically correct article in each and every language I know or am currently studying. That would be Romanian, English, French, Russian and Persian. I can only be truly proficient in only a couple of them yet I hope that with the passing of the time I shall improve so much as in to be able to write not as a native but as a person that has a genuine interest in the study of that certain topic.
First and foremost if one is interested in the study of a foreign language, one must be organized, efficient so on and so forth. Such nuances of an individual have nothing to do with me. I do fancy them especially when I find them in other people. Nevertheless I was never one capable to get things done as fast or as perfect as I wanted them to be. I like to be quite specific and thorough with that slight hint of exhaustive. And though it pleases me, it also means that I can (almost) never be truly satisfied and proud of what I have accomplished.
On a comprehensive analysis one may notice that the manner in which I seem to manage my ‘intellectual’ pericarp, it intertwines to some extent with my affectivity.
I desire one thing so desperately that I immerse myself in it so profoundly I create a tunnel vision for myself. Never enough, never satisfied, always wanting this Utopia so much that I turn everything into quite the opposite. A dystopian little universe that I can blame and in the end condone.
I do not think that I am a perfectionist, far from it. I am simply terribly captious, somewhat persnickety and a little cantankerous.
I do apologize. And I thank all those that have the ability to abide and accept my whimsical ways.
Cheerios
Ralu.
PS: دوست-دارم
