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Tuesday, September 16, 2003
You can talk to me in the morning if you must, but please do not expect me to remember anything. I may look humanoid, but pre-coffee I am strictly on autopilot, driven around like a Japanese robot suit by tiny microorganisms called "midichlorians." I can't see you. I can't hear you. I can respond to stimuli, but only reflexively.
There was this girl once, on the F. She got my attention from across the aisle (because no one but no one gives up a seat on the F train for a conversation) and was like "did you go to W____?" (W____ being the name of my elementary school.) To which the reflex robots replied "yee-eess?" with what they thought was a sly, inquisitive smirk, but actually looked like a spasmic rictus of agony caused by scrotal tattooing. "Me too," she chirped, with the kind of energy usually reserved for the afternoon, "are you Jeremy?" The flexbots didn't try anything funny here: "Yes." They closed my book (which I don't read in the mornings, it's just a prop to make me look smart and keep me from dozing, because dozing leads to slack-jawed drooling, and that doesn't look smart at all), as this was obviously going to be a polysyllabic, polysentence communication. The chipper schoolmate said "my name is ______." And here is the problem, see? I have NO IDEA what her name is. Zero. Reflexbots do not take good notes. Nor do they take pictures, because I have NO IDEA WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE, EITHER. Arrggh! We had a nice long chat, too. About schools and jobs and books and rainbows and ponies. Always ponies. But after that? Poof. File not found, dude. Four-oh-fucking-four. This wouldn't be a problem for some people, but I am a sensitive soul, and I can't help thinking that she is staring at me expectantly every morning, just for a grunt or eyebrow-wiggle of acknowledgement, and I stare blankly back at her, like the coldest brush-off artist fuckwad ever; staring into her eyes and pretending she's not there, eroding years of shored-up self-confidence (I imagine that she is short), making her smile muscles dance in confusion as they oscillate between hopeful grin and desperate frown. I couldn't have known. But I'm not too cool for school, I swear it. Just nearsighted and sleepy. So don't talk to me before the coffee. You're not talking to me. I will not honor any promises made by the robots in my body during the morning commute. Your coupon is no longer valid. You can't get there from here. Try me in the evening. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry. 0 comments |
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