My vessel started up at 5:30 AM with slight difficulties. I was severely discombobulated as I prepared my vessel for labor, and was not happy with my face painting this morning.
I listened to Elvis Presley in my land automobile on the way to my place of employment. Thus, I began this Monday in the best of moods.
My hours of labor were quite busy, but productive. I enjoyed many good conversations with my comrades. I even got to see one I am particularly fond of, though my cranial processor malfunctions around that one.
After my hours of labor, I created an appointment for repair of my land automobile, to be conducted by human earthlings who are particularly knowledgeable in vehicles. I have learned many skills since coming to Earth, but automobiles evade me. I also ordered “pizza” to arrive at my habitat at the same time as I.
Note: Pizza is a delicious Earth sustenance for which I must suffer to consume, as my vessel experiences a burning sensation in the central blood pump, and frequent defecation of liquid feces.
Upon returning to my habitat, I consumed the pizza, opened a package of items I had ordered on an online amazon, which oddly, does not sell piranhas or malaria, and found that my humorous automobile sticker had arrived. Now, I may tell every human earthling who chooses to drive excessively closely to my vehicle, to kindly consume male earthling genitalia.
Then, I left to teach an earthling child the Japanese language. She did extremely well in the quiz I conducted, and I felt deep pride. I love that earthling child very much.
In praising the earthling child, my cranial processor experienced a moment of sharp, acute emotional pain. For a moment, for reasons I do not understand, my cranial processor seemed to have time-traveled back to my own adolescence. My cranial processor replayed a moment of saved data in which I proudly showed my intoxicated Earth guardian a piece of art that I had created, only to be shunned. I found myself doing something for this earthling child, that I had always wished my guardian would have done for me, and in a brief moment, I felt pride, joy, nostalgia, sadness, loss, anger, and wisdom. I paused and thought, “I have unlearned, and that has made me kinder, and stronger than my circumstances.”
My vessel has endured much damage from human earthlings—internally and externally. I have learned and unlearned many things in my thousands of days on Earth. I was taught that my vessel was visually repulsive. I was taught that I was not worthy of love. I was taught that my purpose as a female earthling was to birth a child and be a slave to a male. I was taught that human earthlings are scary and harmful and dangerous. I was taught that romantic love leads to harm to my vessel. I was taught, and I learned, and over the course of hundreds more days, I have unlearned. I have unlearned and learned again, that my vessel is beautiful. I have learned again that I am not only worthy of love, but that I am love, and I have much of it to give, and that the entire reason I came here, to this planet, was to do precisely that. I have learned again that my hopes and dreams are important, and that motherhood will come if and when I am ready to receive it, and if I never am, that my time spent on this planet has still been worthwhile. I have learned again that human earthlings can be kind, and supportive, and vulnerable, and loving, and honest. I have learned again to reject romantic love that is harmful to my vessel, for such romantic love is false.
I have learned that sometimes, learning means unlearning something else. Growth means disallowing existing data to cause rejection of newer, better, more accurate data. Growth means rearranging the neurons in the cranial processor to incorporate better information. Growth means discarding the correct data to create room for better data. In other words, sometimes it is important not what one learns, but what one chooses to unlearn, to become kinder.
Brilliant
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