I've experienced something similar, I think: the older I get, the more I despise myself for not becoming the person I could have become had I put in the effort when I had the chance. I had talent and potential once, but I feel it's too late to do much with it now, and the opportunities I may have had then have now passed me by. Failures of the past condone failure in the present, thwarting any success that could have come in the future. Self-doubt is indeed a devil of the mind, turning us against ourselves before we even begin.
What have you to dislike, though? I think you're terrific—bright, devoted, inspirational, and so much more—and I'm stunned that you don't see it. Maybe I presume too much, or maybe I've read too much into your posts (and at times the disappearance of them—tsk, tsk), but I believe that you could really make a difference in this world, that you have that kind of fire in you. You just have to learn how to let yourself shine.
Portuguese and Spanish are way too similar, I totally agree, Italian, not that much, it's a mix between French and Spanish.
My point of view is different however, if I see that a language is similar to the language I know, I would ideally study a language belonging to another linguistic family, which would in its turn help me more or less understand other languages similar to it.
Whenever I speak Spanish, I butcher it by throwing in some french words whose suffix I ended up modifying, to make them sound "more Spanish".
I feel the same way, especially since I had to itemize deductions this year for the first time in forever. I did it as accurately and honestly as I could, but I've always felt like itemizing was just asking for trouble, like waving a cape in front of a bull. The truth is, though, that they're a lot more interested in people with higher incomes who might have more to hide. I'm just too small a fish for them to bother with. Probably.
I used to love going around to the sales on Saturday mornings back when I was still doing the flea market thing. So much cool stuff to find, and it was fun haggling with the sellers, too. I wasn't so afraid of people and daylight then. Wish I could still do it.
I miss chatting with you, too. Seems we're never around at the same time anymore. The age-old story of the chatbox, eh?
Hey, Mari! :greeting: Sorry I haven't been around much. I've been buried under a pile of tax papers for the past few weeks. Haven't had much brain left for anything else. I'm so tired of it all, but I can't stop obsessing over certain questions that have come up. It's driving me batty. :kickingmyself: I hope you're doing better than I am.