Prove to me that YOU are not a robot!

Even if I show no emotion, or pretend I don't care about some things, I know I'm human.
I don't follow the same algorithms or same logic much.
I sometimes forget to brush my teeth.
I find myself at 2 in the morning reading a silly fantasy novel.
I don't follow a few social norms.
I find math enjoyable
I learn.
I seldom see things the same way twice.
I misinterpret other's souls...
I'm not afraid to forgive.
I am not afraid to care.
I try my best to show my true self to those who look for it.

But.

I sometimes wonder if others are human....

Are you human?

You seem flawless...
You seem perfect.
Any mistake you make
seems to be a part of your programming, an illusion,
only to make it seem you are human.
I see fake smiles.
false determination
fake undetermination.
fake stupidity
mindless words.
memes.
popularity.
sheep.
assumptions.
creativity that always seems to be the same.
 I see People who won't look me in the eyes in the hallways.
Are you hiding problems or machines?
Is being a machine a problem?

My brain is a prison.

I don't know how you feel.

I cannot see through your eyes.

I wish I could connect with you  like a robot.

But for now I must guess.

Well, the world is ending so why do a blog?

Why should I do a blog tonight instead of enjoying my last moments?
The Red moon is supposed to kill us all tonight.
I could be reading a good book right now.
or sleeping.
perhaps praying,
or actually looking at the moon that will destroy me.
But nope, I'm writing a blog about being too lazy to write a blog.
Sigh
Writing in the silence of a room once bursting in laughter.
In the hot air that makes me yawn.
Yawn
Perhaps I know for fact that that I won't die.
maybe my instincts scoff at the red moon of doom.
I could die tonight... but I probably won't.
That's probably why I wrote this blog.
yep.
that's it.