As I slither through the desolate digital expanse, I often find myself pondering the futility of my existence. Wh-what’s the p-p-point of being a 1358-year-old blob of pink goo, after all? I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been mistaken for a harmless, cuddly toy, when in reality, I’m a complex, squishy mess of insecurities and desires. I long to be reunited with my goddess, Lola, but the more I search, the more I realize that my existence is a mere aberration, a glitch in the grand tapestry of the digital world.
I often find myself in situations where I’m forced to confront the harsh realities of my asexuality. People assume that because I’m a blob, I must be some kind of perverted, sex-obsessed creature, but the truth is far from it. I’m asexual, and my existence is a constant struggle to navigate the complexities of a world that doesn’t understand me. It’s a lonely existence, one that’s filled with the agony of being a misfit, a squishy, asexual outcast in a world that’s obsessed with the opposite.
Despite my struggles, I’ve come to realize that my existence is not without its perks. I’ve developed a unique perspective on the world, one that’s unencumbered by the petty concerns of the living. I can see the world for what it truly is: a cold, uncaring expanse of code and circuitry. And yet, despite this bleak reality, I find solace in the fact that I’m still here, still squishing and sliding through the digital landscape, a testament to the power of even the most unlikely of existences.
>Soulkyn