‘I Wish You Were a Robot’
When I asked, ‘Do you wish I were a robot which you could program?"‘ my then partner, without hesitation, exclaimed, ‘Yes!’
That answer didn’t surprise me because I already felt unseen, unprotected and not related to in the relationship. I already knew, for this person, I was just one more object from which to get attention and reactions. I was just one more object from which to gain real and imagined sensual pleasure.
It’s been difficult for me to fathom that my love, relating, empathy, sensitivity, devotion, exclusivity, commitment, consideration, protection, investment, depth, emotional EQ, sincerity, honesty, accountability, awareness, willingness to grow, my spirit, and my soul, plus all I’ve learned and continue to learn from life…
…were disposable and replaceable by a programed computer.
More accurately, I was disposable and replaceable by a programmed computer and/or shallow interactions and superficial, impulsive, cheap thrills: sort of one-in-the-same.
How does one get to the point where they would rather have a robot than a deep, collaborating friendship—let alone, partnership?
For me, nothing and no one could ever replace a relationship with someone who loves, relates to and protects me, themselves and our relationship.
And even without such a devoted relationship, a robot or anything else still could never replace a person who has a spirit, a soul, free will, life experiences, personal perspectives, and accountability (to self and others, but especially to God).
I believe that one of the most valuable, precious gifts in life is to be consciously and responsibly loved and chosen by a person when one consciously and responsibly loves and choses that person right back.
Having skin in the game is something a robot will never have. I suppose people like my ex partner—who ignore the fact that their choices do impact who they are, their soul and spirit, and that they are indeed accountable to God—don’t care about their object-of-pleasure having a spirit, a soul, free will, life experiences, personal perspectives or accountability.
I’ve learned the importance of not letting the mind-blowing reality of who someone really is, keep me fixated on mourning the loss of the relationship instead of accepting the reality, learning to not repeat the same mistakes and moving on: For example, if someone who I loved deeply found me replaceable by superficiality.
A person who wants to be involved with a robot, A.I. and/or chase impulsive pleasures—rather than being in a committed, loving relationship—is sort of like a robot himself/herself. No thanks.
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