I feel the need to be open about who I am, something I been hiding from both you and myself. I have never been a person for labels or categorizing, I never was inclined to corral myself into a box dictated by societal standards. Male, female, hetero or homosexual as an example do not comprise who I am. I just want to be me and live as me, that is until today. As I was sitting on the toilet emptying my cavernous bowels a revelation came to me, a revelation that made who I am make sense. I hope you can accept me for this but the truth is I am not a man but a soft serve icecream machine. I am man on the outside but machine inside. How I gained sentience I do not know but I finally can live my life.
I live to serve others, when I am not able to serve others I feel like I have no purpose.
I want to make others happy and put smiles on their face.
I am not attracted to other humans.
and the list goes on.
What does that all entail? 2 + 2-1= I am a soft serve icecream machine....duh. People question what I do for work and all these other heavy life questions. No more shall I feel ashamed, I will not call myself lazy no....I am a soft serve icecream machine and I am living my best life thank you.