I wake up in the morning and transform myself to look professional. I board a mass transit vehicle with many other robots dressed up in suits to go to work stations. Since they’ll give me a buck for every few minutes of work, I do it. (Luckily I have great robot friends at work too that make it enjoyable). I take the mass transporter home, to get into my small robotic vehicle and make my way around and through all of the others to get back to the box i live in, within a row of other boxes. I then go to the gym to make sure that my robotic body will keep working for many years to come … why? So that I can keep doing the same robotic things I am doing. Somewhere within these hours I have to remember to refuel. Then evening comes and I lay in bed to recharge my battery so I can get up and do the same thing over again.
My life really isnt as pessimistic as this possibly sounds, but the philosophy of it all is interesting. What do I really want to do with my life? If I can be utterly honest for a moment, without sounding weird like some people assume it to be: I want to get married. I want to have a family. I realize every month or so – while my robotic life is often enjoyable and really is just fine (most of the time), what am I doing to move it forward toward the goals that I really want to have? I go to church and lots of activities, but it seems that these days, people don’t meet people like they used to. A guy will ask for a phone number, and then what does he do with it? Send some texts then slack and not do anything. What was the point of that? I feel like when I am doing what I am supposed to be doing – dedicating myself to work, trying to eat healthier and exercise more, do the routine spiritual things, my life turns into a more routine machine itself, even though this is what I am technically “supposed to” be doing. Where’s the spontaneity people!?
Like I said, my life is really fun and I and happier now than I have been in the last 5 months, but I have really started pondering life philosophies so this is one that maybe doesn’t even have an answer.
And I wont even start with the philosophy what I feel is one of my main desires in life – the whole starting a family thing but with experiences in the last 6 months that i have had, plus the list i have discovered of women I know whose husbands are leaving them for other women … do I really even want to do that? No matter how much you know or love someone, it seems to be such a gamble. But I’m not even going to go there …