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!