Cold-blooded

Have any of you listened to Foreigner’s song “Hot Blooded”? We are supposed to be hot-blooded creatures and, even more, about us, the Latinos, we’ve heard a lot of stories. According to these stories, we are supposed to be very charismatic, very passionate … in everything we do (but I have to admit that the passionate was more linked to the loving part). So, we are supposed to be hot-blooded-passionate people!
I am about to tell you something else about me. Part one was about me being a day-dreamer! Part two … I am cold blooded! I must be northern or something. I do have the Latino anger temper. You’d better stay away when I am angry – otherwise I’ll snap and … well, I never crossed this “and” but I have a strange feeling that nothing good is on the other side of it. So, I do inherit the gene of hot-temper Latino people. But when talking about love … I am Norwegian or Swedish or just cold-blooded.
It’s been long since I was suspecting myself of listening more of my brain rather than my heart. I had my doubts. I was hoping I could be swept away. But, it’s not the case. Apparently, in the light of recent events (lessons we all need to learn in life) I have no more doubts: I am cold-blooded. I wouldn’t go so far as extending the rational thing into all the domains of my life. But definitely in the feeling department – more specific in the loving department – I am rational. I’m proud of being rational … but sometimes I wonder how it would be like if my heart really spoke to me.
Sometimes, I wish I were swept away and feel the butterflies I hear so much about. Sometimes, I wonder if love can really be felt.
How many of you have heard me talking about love – true love? Not so many … because, love – true love – it’s not really my thing.
I am cold blooded! Or at least … I am cold blooded until proven otherwise!

I am a daydreamer!

I want to set this straight, because I've noticed lately that people mistake me for someone else. I mean, I would've supposed that in my circle of friends it's already clear who am I. Well, apparently this article is necessary. So, here it is (~27 yrs late, but still!):

I am a daydreamer!!! Do not suppose that if I look at you, I am really listening to what you're saying. No hard feelings, but I might be in my own world the same moment. As soon as I've made up my mind regarding the real world, I decided that it was not good enough for me. I was always told that we build our world ... and so I did. I built my own!

So, whenever there are things, in this real world, that trouble me I decide to escape in this world of mine that (in my defense) is not perfect, but slightly better than this one.

Besides this parallel world, I have my own system of values, my own logic. You'd say it's not possible and that logic is logic. I don't really care about that. I don't care about some stupid rule saying logic is absolute. I have my own ... and so far it worked. I am hard to convince... exactly because I don't go after usual rules and usual logic.

Bottom line is I am happy with who I am. Or at least I try! In the end, I'll know I wasn't just another human being on this planet, another serial puppet. I was unique. And that might be enough...

Now ... I want to quote the famous Martin Luther King:

I HAVE A DREAM ...