Ojala que mis problemas no son commonplace, pero los son. Mi vida, in fact, is commonplace. Mis suenos, in fact, are commonplace. I am going to be twenty four in doz mezes y I feel like I haven't done shit. I feel like a cog in the wheel. Mi hermana mayor dime " no sabes nada sobre el mundo", Los mexicanos a Tony's pregunta me "Tienes miedo?" y la verdad es YES. I have fear. I am afraid of being boring. I am afraid of spending the rest of my life abburido con mi mente. I am about to buy a house with my sister. I am about to get a dog. These things should be exciting but they really just bore me a little also. Maybe, if I was about to buy an igloo, I could be excitado. Maybe, if my dog was really a Belizian Mountain Cow, I could feed him grasshopper ice cream while we layed on the floor and watched The Big Lebowski on my birthday. I know I am supposed to be excitado sobre looking at paint chips but I am not. It feels phony to me. I feel like I was meant for something besides. I know everyone feels that way, but I am not hablando sobre el fantasia que yo soy jesus en forma feminina. I am simply considering the possibilities. I may never have any dinero. I may never meet my principe azul. I may never really know how to habla espanol. Maybe it is all and wholly necessary to pretend. To invent my own circumstances. Maybe I had some of you gringo maricones going for a moment thinking I was a princesa latina. Now if I could only creo yo mismo.