I am a simple machine

I was thinking about this the other day… what kind of person am I?

Everyone fancies themselves to be this deep pool of intellectual being, full of furiously battling elements; a deep maelstrom of human behavior and emotion.

I don’t think this applies to me. I am just a simple thing. My mind operates under a logical set of conditions bound within a sack of meat that causes more hassle than it is sometimes worth. That is what I am.

A simple thing that loves his kids, his wife, and spends most of his time daydreaming.

I am not aloof, I am not ignoring you. I am just not “here” most of the time.

I am off enjoying the imagination that died for the rest of you when you hit puberty.

Ha.

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