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Ég hef fundið mig í tvískiptingunni. Ég bý á mörkum tveggja aðila. Annars vegar er ég sá sem ég get sannað: ég. Ég á fjölskyldu sem styður mál mitt og vini sem bera þess vitni. Ég á fæðingarvottorð sem sýnir fram á hvaðan ég er, vegabréf sem skrásetur hvar ég hef verið og nágranna sem staðfesta hvar ég er. Ég veit hverjum ég tilheyri og hverjir tilheyra mér og tilheyrandi skilgreiningar sem halda mér saman. Ég er íblönduð þeim sem ég kynnist; ber umhverfi mitt utan á mér og bakgrunn minn framan í mér. Ég fer eftir aðstæðum sem segja til um hvenær, hvar og hvernig ég er viðeigandi. Ég veit hvað ég geri og hvað það gerir mér; vitund mín er viðvarandi og sjálfsmynd mín er sjálfskipuð. Hér er ég - lífið eins og ég .þekki það byrjar og endar innan þessa marka. Hins vegar, er ég stundum einhver annar, á mínum óvissu tímum þegar eitthvað annað sér um að ferja þessa líkamlegu geymslu milli staða; á tímum þegar ég finn mig í mannfjölda frekar en í spegli.
Mín ástkæra ylhýra lof mér að útskýra. Ég á mér vandamál. Vandinn er að fimmtungur þjóðarinnar skilur mig ekki. Málið er að ég get ekki skammað ykkur á íslensku án þess að skammast mín á útlensku. Vandinn er að my problem is I can‘t figure out how to be sorry for the way I‘ve been. I‘m either so very sorry or not at all sorry.
My problem is sometimes I forget to lock the door behind me. My problem is not finding the keys in my wallet. My problem is waking up in a bad mood having wasted my time having dumb dreams. My problem is being uninspired by inspirational motives. My problem is intellectually saying simple things in a hard way and artistically saying hard things in a simple way, leaving a trail of boring facts and useless questions. My problem is there being two kinds of people in this world: the ones who claim so, and Others.
My problem is I do not miss you. Your problem is not being my problem. My problem is I‘m intimidating and not as nurturing as anyone thought I‘d be. My problem is I didn‘t convert. My problem is I‘m all set.
My problem was born in Iceland on June 11, 1994. My problem was by then already a lifetime. My problem taught me to win my opponents, choose between colours and the names of my bodyparts and to name those who could touch them. My problem is not being a guys enough girl to know sports, spending my time watching games I cannot play, developing a gap of uncertain rules between me and my life. My problem is I am hardly putting one foot in front of the other. My problem is not growing up poor enough to bother.
My problem is nothing new. My problem is the common daily concern of boredom demanding most attention. My problem is I enjoy the vanity of the temptress. My problem is having mixed drinks about feelings and when I think I have a problem I stop thinking. My problem is I will sacrifice performance at low cost to find efficiency at speed. My problem is I have a thing for the moment, sharing the fetish of my people.
My problem is not being afraid. My problem is not knowing any monsters, only reasons why some people no longer laugh at certain jokes.
My problem is each day being different, that I will never be able to learn any of them. My problem is spending a great deal of my time making things I do not then use, and making friends I literally cannot know. My problem is I am constantly transferring myself from one account to another, constantly rearranging the words on the doorbell before stepping into the night.
My problem is people who stick around, disabling me to become someone else. My problem is straightforwardness, that reaching me is alarmingly easy. My problem is I never get to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye without its meaning absconded, as meaning becomes. My problem is I‘m derivative and too aware to notice.
My problem is I have the thing where the wires in my brain are crossed and everything that‘s supposed to be joyous is frightening. My problem is not the human condition but the human collection of faces whose names I do not know and do not pretend to know. My problem is I am only a little bothered by all this and want to change not at all. My problem is not finding the English word for 'nenna' svo ég nenni ekki að halda þessu áfram.