Close the damn door.

So there I was. Naked in front of 20 people.

Let me rewind.

I was at Yellowstone Park in San Francisco where giants called trees roam the lands.
After feeling like a dwarf, I decided to head to the bathroom. Now, when I say bathroom, I mean a small cabin with a hole full of crap. Literally. After ferociously holding my pee in, it was my turn. I got in the "bathroom" and closed the door. There was no lock.
But I thought that since there was a line outside, no one would enter. Oh silly me.
When I squatted, a huge "SLAM" welcomed me to my nightmare. An oriental women on her mid 30's had opened the door. No, not a bit. She opened the whole. Damn. Thing. So there I was. Naked in front of 20 people. Now, you have to understand that my immediate reaction was: *%$&# , CIERRA LA *&%#$&# PUERTA. After I received no reaction whatsoever from her, I yelled this time more calmly: Please close the damn door. No reaction. So like a true Dominican, I pushed her outside and slammed the door shut. So now, I had to go out and face everyone who saw me naked, because of a woman who apparently apart from being deaf, was also blind and skipped the whole line.
I walked out as if nothing had happened. Yeah... well they didn't do a good job with that, because all eyes were on me. Yay.

Am I indecisive?

My whole life, I have been indecisive. It is frustrating for the people around me, but it also is for me. Not knowing what you want. And if I do, I question it and put myself in doubt.
Sometimes, it gets really ridiculous. For example, the other day I was with a couple of friends, and they asked me if I had liked the movie we had just watched. I just stood there staring at nothing, thinking about it. Had I liked it? There are pro's and con's, but was it pleasing? But then I figured out, that this is what I do. I over analyze things that just aren't meant to be thought in depth. 
Some of you must be thinking that this can come in handy. But it doesn't really seem so when you have lasted 45 min (literally) in a shop, holding two pairs of shoes, not knowing which to pick. And sure, this may help sometimes while at school.
But if you ask the cafeteria lady, she will beg to differ.

In a hell hole called Minecraft

I suddenly woke up. I was in a field.  A cubic field. It may sound crazy, but everything is literally, a cube. Even me. No, I'm not a giant square, but my body parts are squared shaped. All I know is that I woke next to a squared journal with a squared pen and a squared titled that said Steve. Just like my name. So I put it in my squared pocket and walked into my squared adventure. I wondered if this was just a dream, and if it wasn't, which satanic creature put me in here? Why me? After getting chased by skeleton riding spiders, (yes, you read right) I decided that I couldn't do this anymore. I felt like I was in a messed up prank. I jumped off a cliff into water.... I survived. How? I don't know. It was as tall as any New York building. So I went to the cliff again, but this time I jumped towards land. When I hit the ground, it all went black. Suddenly I appeared in the exact same spot I woke up on earlier. This was madness. I was forced to spend the whole eternity stuck in this hell hole. The next few months I spend my days mining and crafting. It was all I did. All alone, with only squared animals to accompany me. I decided to call the place where I was, Minecraft. Because you mine, and you craft. Its all you do, besides punching trees to collect wood. Normal, right? Now, I am in the mansion I created. But I have no one to share it with. I am all alone. In Minecraft.