How I am a total Nerd

I did something completely cool the other day. I was so hungry the other day that I decided the only way to tide myself over until my late dinner would be an egg roll from Orient Express. I walked into the restaurant and ordered my egg rolls. I began to walk away and decided that I just couldn't do it. I had to ask. So I walked back up to the counter and began to speak to the owner of the restaurant. I asked him what country he was from and he told me that he was from China. I said in the dorkiest way ever that I was taking Chinese. I felt as if I just got married or won a million dollars. I was so excited. He asked me what I could say in Chinese and I told him. I can really only ask what someone's name is and tell them mine, I can tell you that water is water and ask you to sit down. I spoke every Chinese word that I knew to this poor man and was enthralled about every single second of it. He told me that my Chinese was pretty good even though I only knew a few phrases. That just excited me even more. So the entire night I was jumping up and down about a 10 minute interaction.

The worst part about this whole thing is by this time I had only been taking Chinese for four days. Who was I to try to speak to someone from China after only four days of Chinese instruction? I have never had any experience with Chinese before, and I just break out with Chinese in a public place like I was meant to do it the entire time. I'm a German major. Who was I to think that I would be able to learn yet another language? Who knows what possessed me, but I love it. I mean it's not German or anything, but it is still awesome.

My fiance has this off the wall, completely insane theory. He believes that since I started learning German when I was 16 and was almost fluent by 18 that there must be something wrong with my brain. He thinks that when I was in the womb I got some type of brain damage or something and this allowed my primary language function of my brain to remain active for much longer than a normal person's. I think that this theory is a little off the wall. But for some reason it strikes me true. I speak German as if it was one of my native languages. I dream in German some times. Most Germans that I encounter in America are completely unaware of my American-ness. So there must be something wrong with me. Who knows.