My family has this thing where they lump me in with my oldest sister and call me her robot. We are very similar in many ways. We both like coffee. We like similar movies and tv shows and books. We think a lot alike. We both want similar things from life. In general, we have the same taste in clothes and shoes. Our similarities are a large reason why we get along so well.
But today I found out where the files went wrong. We have a few little differences, she's more outspoken than I am, our taste in men (because how weird would it be if I liked her husband?).
Today we discovered a big difference: She likes chocolate ice cream. EW.
It always bugged me when people called me her robot. Not because I don't want to be like her. I do. But because robots don't think for themselves. They blindly follow their programming. I have my own heart, my own mind, and my own thoughts. I just tend to share a lot of them with her. But I do NOT like chocolate ice cream.
A non-robotic English major.
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