Я пришел, чтобы мужчина растительное

My Russian is horrible. I supposedly took a couple of years in college. There is only the barest residuum of any of it in my mind. It was a requirement for graduation, which was the only reason I spent any time at all in the classes, which were GPA busters for me. I have very good friends from that era, all of whom were quite fluent and literate in Russian. I am a foreign language moron.

The title is a stupid inside joke several of us shared in college. We measured fluency in a foreign language by how well the speaker could translate one dumb phrase: "I have come to see the vegetable man." I forget the origin of the phrase- it might be a Monty Python quote, or it might have sprung from a bottle of cheap wine we shared.

As I age, and come to grips with the fact that I am mortal, finite, and have all sorts of limitations, my inability to process foreign language stands as typical of things I absolutely suck at. I put no time in to them unless forced. I become dyslexic and twitchy when I try to study them. I am petulant when I have to face them.

I think it might be that I just don't like things that don't seem logical to me. This is perhaps a reason why I gravitated to science. I'm not proud of the blind spots that I have, and I know that in some way, it is something that will always be hidden from me. This pings my curiosity, and makes me sad that I haven't mastered myself more.