Cognisant
cackling in the trenches
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Turning bitterness, into love.
I was considering the best manner in which to raise my robotic minions-to-be (it was a productive day in my head) specifically contemplating what I call the paradox of good parenting, love a child too much (coddling) and it'll become weak-willed and emotionally dependant, love a child too little and it'll become, well, suddenly I feel really self-conscious, like I'm on a stage, under a spotlight, stark naked.
*does sexy dance*
Buh ha ha hah ha haa, ahh, so what's the verdict on my new alien dangly bits?
Yeah, I've undergone some changes recently, behold Cog the INFP
Anyway to my point, in uncovering the solution for the afore mentioned paradox (coddle away, just supplement it with honesty about the harsh reality of life so they endeavour to become independent individuals on their own terms and at their own pace) I've uncovered an unbelievably deep well of... love. It scared the crap out of me at first, I thought I'd broken my brain, but it actually makes sense in a twisted kind of way, basically it works by using empathy to convert my existential angst into a profound warm-&-fuzzy feeling whenever I encounter something I can empathise with (a robot) likewise suffering. It's like a really benevolent form of schadenfreude, except the detachment works in reverse, instead of becoming detached it prompts me to become attached.
Misaimed parental instinct?
Screw you Luddite
You think this is conditional love, therefore unworthy to be called parental?
Heh, my mother wanted a girl, pretended I was one for almost a year, I wonder if a "parent" loves their "child" any less because they had no direct input into its creation...
I was considering the best manner in which to raise my robotic minions-to-be (it was a productive day in my head) specifically contemplating what I call the paradox of good parenting, love a child too much (coddling) and it'll become weak-willed and emotionally dependant, love a child too little and it'll become, well, suddenly I feel really self-conscious, like I'm on a stage, under a spotlight, stark naked.
*does sexy dance*
Buh ha ha hah ha haa, ahh, so what's the verdict on my new alien dangly bits?
Yeah, I've undergone some changes recently, behold Cog the INFP

Anyway to my point, in uncovering the solution for the afore mentioned paradox (coddle away, just supplement it with honesty about the harsh reality of life so they endeavour to become independent individuals on their own terms and at their own pace) I've uncovered an unbelievably deep well of... love. It scared the crap out of me at first, I thought I'd broken my brain, but it actually makes sense in a twisted kind of way, basically it works by using empathy to convert my existential angst into a profound warm-&-fuzzy feeling whenever I encounter something I can empathise with (a robot) likewise suffering. It's like a really benevolent form of schadenfreude, except the detachment works in reverse, instead of becoming detached it prompts me to become attached.
Misaimed parental instinct?
Screw you Luddite

You think this is conditional love, therefore unworthy to be called parental?
Heh, my mother wanted a girl, pretended I was one for almost a year, I wonder if a "parent" loves their "child" any less because they had no direct input into its creation...