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It's Not About The Language

How often have you been teased and called names for speaking a language you're comfortable with And are confident the other person understands Very well? If you think it's just you or that you're the one at fault, Trust me, you're not the one who's wrong here. It's not about the language.

From a very young age, kids are encouraged and often even persuaded to learn different languages. And when those same kids grow up and use their skills in normal interactions, it is termed as Style or Show Off. The level of hypocrisy knows no bounds. A teacher who might use a foreign language to interact with her students in class may discourage the use of that very language in her home for no apperant reason at all. In my opinion, it is not the language which matters but the mentality and attitudes of the people around you. Language has never been and can not be a measure of knowledge or intelligence. It is merely a medium through which we communicate with one another. Being fluent in more than 1 language is not a blessing everyone gets.

All that should matter is that when you say something, the person you're interacting with should understand it. If you are familiar with a language and are positive that your companion is also well versed in it, never shy away from showing off your talent. Doesn't matter if the other person thinks of it as bragging.

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