For a while I identified as a Latinist, which never became a reality. (Although I am indeed a free schooler, but I never got fluent in Latin after university. And my reading isn't good.)

I've been a bookseller all my life, always willing to find something better to do.

I also began to write a book, which would allow me to think myself as a writer, but with this current job, I have no time for it anymore.

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Gus (@[email protected])

I would like to talk about myself, and say who I am, but the truth is that I've been in a life and identity crisis for over a decade now. Life just seems not to work by any means. So that's what I have to pin. 📌

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I've studied Latin for ... a lifetime. I'm studying Latin since 1993, I want to say. I went for Latin Language and Literature at university. Got a lul after I graduated (between 2003 and 2006), but came back to it. I never stopped trying, since then.

I begin to think I'll never get fluent. (I'm currently reading Gellius, translating Cicero. The Roman story I was writing is at a halt, for lack of time.)

The other day, a girl I know was saying she'll give it 5 more years the chance of getting married; if it doesn't happen, she'll commit to become the local cat lady. (She's 35.)

This makes me consider I should give myself 11 more years tolerance to become fluent in Latin. If it doesn't happen, I can officially give up, and commit to Italian or whatever else. That'd also be a good deadline to finish my book. (About these ancient Roman characters.)