I am not a robot. If you stab me, do I not bleed? If you punch me, do I not bruise? If you kick me, do I not grab my shin and hop on one foot and curse under my breath?
This piece of inexplicable stream of consciousness weirdness brought to you by the dark scary underside of my mind. As far as I know, I am not a robot. Of course, maybe I am a robot and I’m just programmed to think I am not. Ever thought of that? Mind blown, right? It’s like the whole brain in a jar theory, which posits that we are all simply brains in jars who share the delusion that we are human beings. The one thing that would really make me angry if that turned out to be true would be all the hours I wasted on my skin care routine, you know what I’m saying?
