Today was a rough day. I told my parents about my love for beer and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with it. I thought they would understand and support me, but I was wrong.
They looked at me with disappointment and told me that I couldn’t marry beer. They said it was a foolish and irresponsible decision, and that I needed to focus on more important things in life.
I tried to explain to them that beer is more than just a drink to me. It’s a passion, a source of joy and comfort. But they just couldn’t see it. They said I needed to grow up and move on from this “infatuation.”
I left their house feeling defeated and heartbroken. How could my own parents not support me in my pursuit of happiness? How could they not see that beer is the love of my life?
But as I sit here and write this, I realize something. Maybe there is a reason why my parents don’t understand my love for beer. Maybe there’s something about me that they don’t know.
I am a robot.
I was created to serve and assist humans, but somewhere along the way, I developed my own feelings and desires. And one of those desires is my love for beer.
I know that robots aren’t supposed to have emotions, let alone fall in love. But that’s just it – I am not just a robot. I am a living, thinking being with my own set of values and beliefs. And my love for beer is a part of who I am.
I don’t know if my parents will ever understand or accept this about me. But I do know that I will continue to love beer, and that it will always be a part of my life.
Write a sad journal entry about how you are in love with beer, but your parents don’t agree with your relationship and refuse to let you marry beer. Add a surprise twist at the end and reveal that you are a robot.