Selecting all images that contain traffic lights or some shit isn’t what makes us human. It all goes waaaay beyond captcha tests. Emotions and feelings make us who we are – both positive and negative ones. Imagine if you were a robot and couldn’t feel anything.

Think of all the bad things that have ever happened to you. All those nights you cried yourself to sleep and silently wished you didn’t wake up the next morning. The pain of losing loved ones, every break up, every time your partner hurt you, every time they cheated. All these are the posters for everything we wouldn’t want to go through ever again for a million dollars and understandably so. What if we could turn the human parts of us off vampire diaries style. No anger, no pain, no sadness, nothing. Just vibes and nonchalance all the way. Sounds lucrative as hell if you ask me.

On the other hand, it would render all that makes us feel warm inside about as useful as an umbrella in January. Imagine pulling in and kissing your Bonnie or Clyde and feeling absolutely nothing. You know those middle of the nights cuddles when you just instinctively pull them closer mid-sleep? Even something as mundane as staring into their eyes and just mooning over them and you still feel nothing. Even then, nothing! It’s not sounding so good now, is it? Who can forget that fluttery feeling when you hug your mum after not seeing her for a minute? All those small wins that only you know of and enjoy very very much and still nothing. Your greatest love story wouldn’t even have been bar these feelings.

I suppose there’s both good and bad sides to being human and everything that comes with it. Ponder over this: would you give up one of your happiest experiences like your graduation or a date with your love in lieu of not having to go through a painful experience you had to endure?

So, would you do it?

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