Hello and welcome to Musing Interruptus. It goes without saying, I have had embarrassing moments. And you know what, writing about embarrassing moments is fun and yes, a little self-deprecating, but let’s laugh together. Alright? Since the human experience is experienced generally, it means, it probably happened to you, too. For instance, who hasn’t developed deep feelings for a Twitter account? Not my own, I’m not that narcissistic, no. A complete and total stranger's. A stranger who may be a man, older, passionate, deep, sensual, primitive or a woman, developing this character, and she is an excellent writer and knows her audience to a -t-. OR why not... I fell in love with a bot.
Of course, this is all ridiculous, I mean, a complete projection of latent desires onto -fiction-. Because it doesn’t matter who or what is on the other side of that account. Nevertheless, I’ll tell you how the affair started.
The account just popped up in my feed one day, and I was drawn to the picture of the old sheepherder. Old… rough but tender, exuding wisdom. Connected to nature and his flock.
I started looking at his tweets every so often, you know how it goes, first a few glances, he caught on to it, then I even started translating those tweets from Spanish to English. And slowly, I connected with the words and discussed the undertones, of course, one sided discussion, much like this podcast. Weird, right? Who wouldaknown! Well… I ached. Therefore…
I did the next logical thing… I ignored the account and hoped it would miss me. Out of 89.1 thousand followers, it could happen.
It didn’t do anything to that effect, of course. It just kept posting. Which made me want it more.- I kept reminding myself, this is a bot, nobody should have feelings for a bot.  Then I remembered - humans experiences are generalized for a reason, I’m sure I’m not the only one. There are gazillions of movies and stories between humans and artificial intelligence. Hmmm, if you could only see the tweets, you would know what I mean … There was one tweet, with a phrase I could not wrap my head around. Ojos que se quiebran cuando dicen te quiero… I still don’t know how to translate, ojos que se quiebran. The author is expressing his delight over the expressive eyes of his interlocuter who declares love, the eyes might be melancholic, maybe even expressing defeat o succumbing finally to what he/she feels, and the out loud part is pictorially represented. The eyes become a visual aid. I think this was the moment I realized that twitter account and I had a future. Much like a fan who is sure, if they only had the chance to meet their platonic love, that love would cease to be platonic and it would become the real thing, or even better than the real thing, it would even be requited. Elation is a byproduct of fantasy.
Anyway… last weekend I decided to read all the tweets, because I began obsessing over the twitter account. I wanted to figure out who it was writing for, if there was any indication or clue that would reveal who was so adored. It read like a novel or micro stories, just waiting for me to fill in the blanks. I was able to go back to the tweets from January 16, 2022. A sign! Cont Reading

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