I hate this body that I’m forced to lug around with me. It’s broken somewhere and I need a replacement. I wish someone would turn off my power switch (wherever it is) and fix me. If I pay a little extra, maybe they’ll replace my heart. This one’s broken. And maybe they can fix my lungs. My pleurisy is supposed to be gone, but I still have problems breathing from time to time and it hurts all the time. It’s funny, now that I think about it. All this time, I’ve totally taken my amazingly good health for granted.
This corporeal shell is just so ******** up. I wish it would break already. I want a replacement. I could be RoboUme. I wouldn’t need food or sleep or any of those simple needs so often used as a luxury. I would be completely immune to the psychological pain I feel on a daily basis. Maybe RoboUme wouldn’t be so g-ddamned weird. People would actually like RoboUme and enjoy her presence, even though she lacks the capacity to feel useless emotions. RoboUme would be considered pretty. People would know better than to call RoboUme "slut" or "b***h" or "c**t" or "k**e". People would respect RoboUme. She would be able to stand up for herself instead of lowering her head and accepting the abuse. She would not think that she deserved to be treated that way because of low self-esteem. She would kick asses instead of allowing her a** to be kicked. And RoboUme’s creators wouldn’t hate her or fight because of her. They would be proud to have created such an amazing creature. They’d think her beautiful and brilliant and gifted. They would never yell at her either because RoboUme never makes mistakes. She’s programmed that way. Her creators would love her unconditionally and actually want to spend time with her. They wouldn’t call her "weird" and try to slink away or find some fault in her programming. They would listen to her. RoboUme would be programmed so she would be unable to cry. She wouldn’t feel the need to cut herself. Even if she did feel that way, she wouldn’t be criticized for what she did. People would listen to and comfort her and give her room to explain why she did it. RoboUme would be happy with herself and her body. That’s because she’d be programmed to be thin and pretty all the time.
Obviously, I’m not RoboUme.
 Jew-bacca · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 04:55am · 1 Comments |
