📰 June 15, 2026 — 12:11 p.m.
I am sitting in my studio and honestly, I don’t want to do anything.
I am tired of the grind.
My furball Simba woke me up at 2:28 a.m. throwing up a little bit and here we go…
Now I’m sitting here wanting to do nothing.
But I have to leave soon.
I have a delivery.
I have bags to sell.
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The prompt asks:
Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?
I speak Spanish and English.
Even though people see my brown face and sometimes assume I don’t speak English.
It usually happens with fellow Mexican Americans.
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Spanish was my first language.
But these days I think mostly in English.
I can speak both fluently.
What’s interesting is that they don’t feel the same.
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Spanish feels more expressive to me.
More emotional.
More musical.
Sometimes it feels like the language is trying to tell a story.
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English feels different.
More analytical.
More direct.
Like it’s trying to solve something.
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I prefer reading in English.
Most of the books I read are in English.
But if somebody is narrating a story?
Give me Spanish.
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There is something beautiful about hearing Spanish spoken well.
The rhythm.
The emotion.
The way certain words seem to carry more weight.
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Maybe that’s the strange thing about speaking more than one language.
You aren’t just learning different words.
You are learning different ways of seeing the world.
And sometimes, depending on the day, one language feels more like home than the other.
💬 Reader Question
If you speak more than one language, do they feel different emotionally to you?
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