For the past four weeks, any English I’ve heard in my vicinity has nearly always been directed at me. Everything else is noise, and to be loosely ignored (saved for signs of aggression, questioning, and, of course, blatant sexual innuendo). I wonder if, when I return, being surrounded by a veritable cacophony of near-intelligible speech will cause my mind to explode from either over-use, or increased ego from thinking that everyone is talking to me! me! me!