The Troubles of Norwegian

I just really wish I could speak Norwegian, you know? It makes me so sad to realize that it's way hard and that I can't even count to ten even if I try really hard and even more sad that I'm giving up before I start. My brain isn't hardwired for languages. It sees them and turns the other way and runs, runs as far and fast as it can and it doesn't look back to see where it's left my mouth or my fingers, it just leaves.  At one point I could type some simple conversational things but that was still hard to wrap my head around. I just knew what it meant in English and could use it in conversation.

Maybe I'm not trying hard enough. Maybe there is more to this deserting brain than I think there is. Maybe it's just one big trick that it plays on me. Maybe we're playing cat and mouse only it's the mouse and I'm the cat and I just need to trap it and sit down with it and beat it into unconsciousness and feel really bad about it and then let it do its thing and figure out everything.

I thought that listening to music might help me a little but they speak too fast. I can't get a good read on what things sound like or attempt to piece together what things mean.

I need a translation project and a Norwegian-to-English dictionary. Force myself to learn. Translate things both ways. Things I love. Things I like. Letters from friends. Change everything to Norwegian and then to English and then back again with minimal mistakes. Start to write my papers in Norwegian and then translate them into English and then into whatever other language I'm suppose to be learning.

Maybe I just can't learn. Maybe I already know too much. Maybe I'm nothing.