Moment of Zen
I caught the bus yesterday with one of my coworkers, and we were chatting about nonconsequentialities, and I mentioned I was on my way to Japanese class, which was why I was taking the bus (normally I walk to the train station, which is about 40 minutes away on foot. I...very much need the exercise). She's as big of a Jay Chou fangirl as I am, maybe bigger (that takes work, yo) and so I mentioned I was staring Chinese lessons. So we were talking about language learning, when she suddenly says, "Maybe it's because I only talk to you in Japanese, but in my mind, I've put you in the 'Japanese speaker' category. So it's really jarring when I hear you speak English to S! [S is the other N. American in my area, and his desk is next to mine) It's really weird to me when you speak English!"
*grin* I'm taking that as a good sign. Still, it was total Moment of Zen to hear that, because, yeah. The last time I had that kind of "Bwuh?!" moment at someone not using the language I was used to hearing them speak was when I heard a researcher I've always spoken to in Japanese speaking fully-fluent English to someone. I'd had no idea he was that fluent because he's never spoken a word to me in English, only Japanese. So I had the "OMGWTFBBQ?" moment then, and it's really weird to think of someone having that moment for me, but doing it when I use, you know, my native language. >XD
...I look forward to learning Chinese better so I can really break people's brains (...and increase my chances at employment; bilingual English and Japanese is one thing; trilingual English, Japanese, and Chinese is a whole other). And I rather enjoy tap-dancing madly over the stereotype that Americans are all monolingual.