Most of the time, I feel like I’m a robot trying to figure out the human condition, what it means to be human. How I’m supposed to act, react, what other people’s reactions mean, how I’m supposed to be. Fitting in feels like a big impossible puzzle. Then when it gets so overwhelming and I get caught up processing in my own head, I just give myself permission to not know anything about being human, stop trying to fit in, and just be me, a clueless, hopeless, unaware robot. If I make a mistake, if it’s awkward, it’s alright, trying to be “perfectly human” is more awkward and uncomfortable. Embrace the discomfort, let it be me, embrace me.