Learning Japanese, a lovely challenge WHo would have thought, even a year ago that I would study Japanese? Not me, that is for sure. Not that I did not like it, but just that my worries and plans were on the other side of the planet. Has something changed since then? Not really, as my worries and interests are still on the same territory, but, someone pulled me in Japanese culture, in fact 2 people: my (ex) fiancee who studied Japanese, speaks it fluently, lived in Japan a year and made me watch anime in Japanese (with subtitles, of course), and so gave me the taste for its culture; then, my daughter's love for Japanese food, which, fortunately, thanks to my fiancee, I got acquainted to and enjoyed grandly. Now, why would it be a challenge? because Katya (that is the name of that temptress fiancee) always told me that Japanese people are strict and don't like lazy people. Not that I am lazy and not strict with myself, but I am not the kind of person trying harder than necessary to make something perfect. Perfection does not exist when it comes from human beings, and I don't usually invest much time in something that would not be useful. So? Well, japanese is useful for me because it would open new horizons, as for my own personal balance, for Katya's pride of , at least, having taught or brought me to something of her own interest. My challenge is that one: although I am not a perfectionist, I tend to give up when i can't do something. I can try, several times, but I tend to think that what I am doing is not good enough. i am not even talking about perfection. I wish someone would look at my kandji's writing and tell me what they think of it. Katya told me that she had never seen such an awful handwriting. So, I am working hard, and honestly, I don't see the difference yet.