something about robots and hugs

I realized that most of what I’m doing in life revolves around talking and telling stories. Not because I want you to think I’m amazing for having “something” to share all the time, but because it’s fun telling stories. I enjoy it. We all have awesome stories to tell. Even mundane and common things we do every day have a little epicness in them if we just look at it in a different way. Ever heard of personification? I like doing that. Say, when I drop a potato, I imagine it screaming and being disappointed in me. I apologize for it, explain I didn’t mean to drop him, and then I apologize one more time.

“Why?”, is what the potato would ask.

But I don’t answer. Instead, I immediately drop it again, but this time in boiling water. RIP to all the potatoes I personified.


I miss you and I hope you are all doing okay! Here’s a little fun fact: the only thing I write on blogs are these silly intros. The majority of it (which will start in the next paragraph), was written months ago (but will always be written as if it happened recently). “Does that mean you have a lot of material?” Yes. But to me, it’s never enough so I keep making more.

Today, I met Johann Hari (well, not really, I just saw one of his videos via Joe Rogan and Joe wasn’t really listening to him while he was talking so I watched his TED Talk instead). He wrote a book called Lost Connections and in there, he uncovers the real causes of depression, and how the current culture we have had been implying things that aren’t completely the sole reason for one’s anxiety and misery. For quite some time, therapists and doctors have made us believe that depression is purely a chemical imbalance, when it’s not entirely because of that. There may be factors where your genes can make you vulnerable to getting depression, but much of its *reason* comes from the fact that an individual doesn’t have or isn’t able to meet his/her needs or maybe external factors like being bullied in school, being unheard at work, etc. You know, these kinds of things.

Johann points out that in the early stages of mankind, humans were able to survive and thrive in the wilderness, not because they were any bigger or any smarter than all the other animals; but because humans were good at working together as a tribe. But you might ask—aren’t humans good at killing other humans too? Yes, you are right. Humans do kill each other but that’s a whole different topic so let’s drift away from it because we can talk about the capability and possibility of murdering each other in the next blog post.

But here’s my two cents whilst listening to Mr. Johann Hari: I think world leaders, politicians, or maybe even a CEO of a company, should not only be an expert in how economics or statistics work—they should also be advocates in mental health awareness, and have at least a sufficient understanding in how humans are, how they think, and at the same time also understand how it’s complicated to have ONE single formula of figuring out an individual. We are so much alike, yet so different. But you want to know what we all have in common? Love. And I’m not talking about the smoochy-romantic chick flick kind of crap, I’m talking about understanding and compassion, and kindness that seldom flows in the form of a pat on the back, or a phone call, or a thank you email, or a hug, or a crying session with your homie at 2am in the morning. So yeah, I think world leaders, no, anyone really, should have some sort of hard drive on how to be human.

And you want to know what’s strange? A lot of people are so afraid of robots and how they will take over the world blah blah, but come on—have you met Google Assistant? Sometimes she’s more human than a human being.

The changes—everything—we constantly experience are undeniably annoying, but most of the time you can’t really... do anything. Am I making sense? I mean, you CAN TRY to resist it. We all tried at one point or another, but 99% of the time we just can’t and I think this is the part that sucks (yes that was the best word I could think of in this context).

When I was a kid, I’d say my prayers and enumerate everyone I know and hope they all get blessed today, and tomorrow, and always. I’d feel guilty and selfish I didn’t wish it towards others so I scratch that out and tell God, “You know what, Jesus, I hope everyone in the whole world is happy and blessed.” And I’d imagine him being like, “You got it! Consider it done!” And he’d clap his hands and I don’t know, angels would fly down from heaven and make everyone smile. You know to a 7-year-old girl, that doesn’t seem impossible but I’m so sorry young Kyla, it is impossible for everyone to be happy. So I became an atheist and tried to be kind to people as much as I can because why the fuck not?

The kind of relationship we have is a little complicated and one-sided but I hope when you read what I’m writing, it would give you the same feeling as when you discover something new on a song you have listened to so many times. 

My friends and I started this passion project, The Local Creatives, and I’m sure you’ve always seen a few posts here and there about it. I hope you support that too. Why do you even support me? Never mind. Don’t tell me. This is the kind of thing I’m afraid to know.

What was the lesson here? Personification.



Magnetic Moves by Katie Toupin
Young People by Fish House
Conversation by Mom Rock
September Told Me by Juice (recommended)
Talking to Myself by Gatlin


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