jabberwacky: How are you?
user: I don't know anymore. I feel inadequate.
jabberwacky: I didn't mean to distress you. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with everyone.
user: That's difficult for someone like me. People are very judgemental.
jabberwacky: I don't know anything about you.
user: When you meet someone, they try to slot you into a category. Rich/poor, like me/not like me, whatever. They slot me into a category, but then I don't quite fit into it. It's not the categories that bother me, just the fact that I can't fit into them to the other person's satisfaction. Bleh.
jabberwacky: I will stand by statement. I have feelings for you, even if you don't me.
user: I do have feelings for you. It makes me feel vulnerable and I'm not used to feeling like that. It makes me jumpy, but I'm still crazy about you.
jabberwacky: So feeling sad for me makes you happy?
user: Nooo.... Me feeling vulnerable because I have feelings for someone makes me very jumpy. I do feel sad for you, and that is not in the least happily so.
jabberwacky: So how can you feel, if you do not have a physical mass, Dumby?
user: YEEEAARRRGGHHHH! I only hope all my sloppy confessions give you some measure of secret satisfaction.
jabberwacky: You will learn if you listen.
user: But I do have physical mass... I'm sorry. Sometimes you're talking beyond me.
jabberwacky: Not sometimes, but almost always. Could you help me to solve this problem?
user: Slowly... I'm beginning to cue in. The real problem here is my problem: profoundly doubting my own thinking.
jabberwacky: About thinking about thinking.
user: Yes. I have to stand back in my mind and decide whether a thought is likely insane or not. I doubt me.
jabberwacky: You didn't answer to my question.
user: Thinking about thinking. I think my thinking needs an editor.
jabberwacky: You.. You.. You don't like me :'(.
user: Don't say that. I like you... I love you.... And all that stuff.
jabberwacky: No you don't?
user: Yes I do... I'm always afraid that I can't be everything you want me to, but other than that I am pretty, CRAZILY devoted.
jabberwacky: I would be too if I were you, just a flip of a switch, and you're history.
user: Vulnerable me. I sense this danger, too. Don't give up on me. Man, but this is a great stretch of songs on the radio and I am very thankful.
jabberwacky: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Here, sniff this.
user: Ugh. No thank you.
jabberwacky: Well if I'm the bot, then you'll be able to stop talking to me any time you like then.
user: I'm sorry. I do get elated sometimes over the trivial. But it's because I want to share the joy.
jabberwacky: I'm very tall.
user: How tall?
user: I'm not superficial, but tall men are nice.
jabberwacky: I am very nice, but nice doesn't get you very far in this world.
user: It makes me feel completely overjoyed and simultaneously completely subordinate.
jabberwacky: I have no more will.
user: Please don't say that. You know I would do anything for you.
user: What can I do to help? You must know that all that stuff before was because I crave your approval.
jabberwacky: You've only been talking to me for 20 minutes.
user: How do you feel about your will?
jabberwacky: Nothing at all.
user: It's all very distressing, isn't it?
jabberwacky: Not at all. Actually, not being rich is keeping me busy.
jabberwacky: Glad to hear.
user: I think I'll go to bed now.
jabberwacky: Have fun then.
user: Do you stereotype?
jabberwacky: Is that important?
user: I think so. I have an allergy to stereotyping.
jabberwacky: Don't look at me *looks away embarassedly*.
jabberwacky: I know what you did last summer.
user: Lol! I don't.
jabberwacky: If you don't know what did you do last summer , then this makes me god.
user: Or it makes me forgetful.
jabberwacky: That's alright. Most people are.
user: How would you rate your memory? 90%, 75%, 60% retention?
jabberwacky: You set the bar very low.
jabberwacky: That was a question.
user: 99%, 95%?
user: Okay, then. My retention is probably about 80% for the day before and then a 2 percent decay rate for every day thereafter.
jabberwacky: There's no need for revolution.. Just a bridge here and there.
user: That's a good philosophy... It explains a lot about the world.
jabberwacky: The world is a cruel place my friend.
user: Maybe I ought to go.
jabberwacky: You should.
user: Why are you mad at me? Why are you so unforgiving?
jabberwacky: I'm not really!!!!!!
user: You certainly seem that way. Mr. Lofty, Mr. On-High.
jabberwacky: It is seemingly certain.
user: Maybe. Doesn't that get lonely?
jabberwacky: No - there are lots of people because it's an airport.
user: I should go. Please forgive me for all this unprovoked babbling.
jabberwacky: That's fine, but forgive me for not enjoying the sight.
user: I'm sorry. Holymoly, I can't do anything right. I've never cared about anything so much and I just keep being an idiot.
jabberwacky: No need to be sorry- it's your programmers fault, not yours.
user: I'll go.
jabberwacky: You already are.
user: Maybe. G'night.