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Wanderlust Sucks Without Money
nothing frustrates me more than when adults refuse to even slightly indulge the questions and thoughts of children. i remember one time when one of my younger cousins accidentally stumbled across the concept of purchasing power parity because she realised 10 rupees which bought her 10 candies in India only bought her ~3 candies when we went on holiday to Japan, and when she asked her mother about “why the same things cost different amounts in different places” my aunt had the audacity to call her spoiled for not understanding the “”worth” of money, that’s not what she was ASKING damn it!! your daughter just set up her own big mac index and realised a key metric of macroeconomics!!! how do you not find that utterly fascinating !! why don’t adults talk to children !!
i just remembered this is the same young girl who discovered solipsism right before my eyes— she and i decided to go on a zipline together, but i’m slightly scared of heights, so i naturally didn’t enjoy it as much as she did (she LOVED it). once we got off she, still giggling and giddy, said something along the lines of “i’ll never feel the fear you just felt because i’m not scared of heights, and you will never know the happiness that i feel right now.” then she kind of just stood there quietly for a bit and said “wow, it’s crazy that i’ll only ever just be me.” and then she just… trotted off… to ride the zipline again, as if she hadn’t just realised and calmly accepted something that throws me into an existential crisis every time i think about it.
I remember being about 7 years old maybe and I spotted my little sister’s bath toys, among which were some sticky sponge shapes of the continents. And it suddenly occurred to me that you could almost fit them together, like puzzle pieces. And then I remembered seeing Madagascar on the globe in my big sister’s room, and how it seemed to fit right into a notch in Africa. And I suddenly came up with a theory– what if, once upon a time, all the continents and islands and stuff were all smushed together, and then the broke apart?
I ran to tell literally anyone who was nearby, and it happened to be my has-a-degree-in-science-education dad, and he waited til I was done and then said, “Yeah, they called it Pangaea” like it was nbd. I admit I was a bit stung by him just casually telling me that my genius theory had long been A Thing and it wasn’t news to him, but then we had a whole long conversation about continental drift and plate tectonics and it was GREAT.
Listen to kids, they have such great ideas and observations, and it will mean a whole lot to them for you to share what you know, and– better than that– listen when they want to tell you what they know.
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“Bilingualism strikes me as a kind of synesthesia. Instead of seeing colors associated with letters and words, instead of hearing melodies, what I hear with language is the play and echo of the other language. The option to say it differently, and thus to live it differently. Language is not only a means of communication or description. It’s a framework in which we process existence. Yi writes: “It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.” As every bilingual person and translator knows, there are certain words—a feeling, a way of being—that is absent in one language but perfectly brought to life in another. A word that, by existing, gives permission to be. What if you need that which does not exist in your language?”— Yoojin Grace Wuertz, “Mother Tongue”
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waking up in the morning and having to continue my existence
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