Posts Tagged ‘happiness’

When Will The Robots Arrive?

June 9, 2009

When will the robots arrive?
We’ve all been waiting so long for the robots to arrive.
They’re so efficient, so precise, there are no temper tantrums with a robot.
No, “I’ve got a headache”.
No, “The way you eat your cereal makes me crazy”.
No, “I’ve always hated your friends”.
Imagine, someone living in the same house as you, but
they never tell you they’ve heard your stories before.
They look at you with those wide robot eyes and there’s absolutely no shred of
disappointment in them,
or sadness,
or contempt.
They seem interested in everything about you.
You are the most fascinating person in the universe.
You are subject to moods, of course, but the robot factors that in.
The robot pays no attention to your moods.
The robot understands that you are an emotional human, and it is to be expected that
you will say and do completely illogical things.
The robot understands the algorithm for that.
The one that says humans will every once in awhile go crazy.
Some of us will want to be robots, be part of that clean, precise universe
where there is no randomness,
no yawning emptiness,
no fear, no tears, no grief.
It is such a lovely way to live, isn’t it?
Some of us will long for that, in our ham-handed human way.
The robots will understand that, and will take into account that we’re being human
and stupid, of course.
They will understand that we can never be like them,
even if we don’t understand.
They will clean up after us, pull the sheets tight when they make our beds, straighten the room after we’ve broken some plates in a frenzy of lust, or rage.
They will be there always, ever ready to make things right again.
And neat, very neat.
We might imagine them shaking their heads,
perhaps with a certain tilt of the head
as if to say, “look at these ridiculous humans,
how did they ever get to this point;
how did they ever build empires, probe the heavens, unlock the secrets of the universe?
How did they ever build us?”
But then again, that would be irony.
And irony is impossible for robots.
Which is another reason why we’ll love them.
They’ll be the most wonderful machines,
And our lives will never be the same.
Some of us will grow fond of the robots,
Adopting them as members of our family,
Giving them nicknames, like “Binky” and “Toots”.
Putting bunny ears on them,
Or aprons.
The robots won’t care.
They’ll just keep doing their jobs,
immune to the drama,
while each of us leads our
comic
and poignant.
magical
and messy,
fabulous
human life.

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Love List

May 26, 2009

I love that I have one child left who still wants me to kiss her goodnight.
I love a sky that is heavy with snow.
I love telling myself that good things are just around the corner.
I love how solving crosswords will make me lose track of time.
I love a sandy beach and the feeling of the sun on my skin.
I love counting my blessings.
I love falling asleep.
I love that little catch in Patsy Cline’s voice when she sings “Crazy”.
I love having debates about religion.
I love looking up at the sky at night and realizing the stars have moved since I looked at them two hours before.
I love a full moon, when it seems to take up half the sky.
I love the music in a young girl’s voice.
I love how I never tire of laughing at Inspector Clouseau movies.
I love my teeth, now that I had them straightened.
I love watching a pelican glide a foot above the water.
I love talking about memories with old friends even though we’ve told the same stories for years about our wild youth.
I love that I get one more year to act silly with my 11 year old daughter, before she gets embarrassed by me.
I love that I can talk to someone from Brazil or China through the Internet.
I love looking at the way girls on the beach stand a certain way when they know boys are looking at them.
I love that I discovered positive thinking in college.
I love the taste of chocolate.
I love hugs.
I love to watch my son play basketball.
I love to tell older women they look terrific.
I love the prospect of another day.
I love that I’m still here.