Why I am giving up on learning Welsh and why I do not care about the Olympics

I'm giving up on learning Welsh. For the time being, at least. I may return to it later in my life, but right now I'm studying Spanish and Navajo and they're taking up too much of my brainspace. Have you ever seen a Navajo verb? Sheesh. I'm surprised I can manage English while studying that stuff, let alone Welsh. Freaking Welsh. Freaking Welsh with its mutations and various oddities. Oh well. From this ill-advised bout with the language I've managed to learn "Hello", "Goodbye", "How are you", "Fine, thanks", and "Tired". Which is satisfying, in an odd way, and I can add it to my arsenal of "Languages I Know a Few Basic Phrases In." Such are the joys of the linguistically inclined nerd.

In other news, I do not care about the Olympics. There's no real reason. My dad asked me if it was because I didn't like sports. I suppose this has something to do with it, but there are plenty of people who don't care about sports who love the Olympics. My grandmother, in a bizarre and misguided attempt to make me feel bad, suggested that it was because I did not realize its sociopolitical significance/did not care about the plight of the Tibetan people. This is not true. I realize the significance of the Olympics being given to China, for starters. Although the Olympic committee is evidently not good at choosing places free of controversy, are they? 1936 Berlin, 1980 Russia, and now 2008 Beijing. Nice. And it was pretty rich to be told I didn't care about Tibet by my grandmother of all people, who I'm not entirely sure cares about me, let alone Tibet. (Slight exaggeration.) Why, just today I passed a Free Tibet rally at the capital in my car, and stuck my fist out of the window and yelled "FREE TIBET!" in solidarity, although they could have totally misinterpreted that as me trying to flip them off and not heard what I yelled. At all. Oh well.

The larger thing, though, is that I don't just not care about THESE Olympics, I do not care about ANY Olympics. Which is kind of odd and unsatisfying... like, I wish I was psyched about who was going to win the five hundred meter dash, or whatever. But I just can't bring myself to care.