Every time that I see somebody who I’m used to communicating in English with (but it’s their second language) get a chance to talk in their first language with another native speaker…it is like seeing them come alive and a whole new way. Even though I have no fucking idea what they’re saying, it’s still so beautiful to be around just on a human level.
I’m sitting here completely baffled how ALL other humans do not immediately see the beauty in that kind of thing. And never mind missing out on seeing the beauty…….how could you ever possibly actually get upset and lash out at strangers about speaking in the language that they most come alive in??????


















