🌙 Manten Seitsuko: Mostly Public

I recently wrote a self-introduction, and when I had an AI read it, it sent me these questions. I will now provide my answers.

• “Where did you drop your life?”
  
  Where, indeed?
  If I dropped it, was it originally in heaven? If so, does that mean I was dropped from there?
  Or, what kind of place have I fallen into now? According to the philosophical theory that the world began 30 seconds ago, all I can say is, "I exist now."
  

• “When did your ‘Japanese-is-broken’ persona start?”
  
  I should be able to converse with my husband in Chinese, but when I speak to him in Chinese, he replies in Japanese. When I asked him why, he said something like, "Japanese people speak Japanese, that's just how it is." So, I cursed him in my heart in Taiwanese: "Your brain is short-circuiting."
  
  While I was muttering that Taiwanese and Chinese to myself, my four-year-old came over and started talking to me happily in alien language.
  → "×¥1=°5〒4＊0€¥♪♪○"
  Uh-huh, uh-huh. I see, I see.
  I'm not adding any more YouTube time.
  
  If you're a human, speak human language, for heaven's sake. By the way, what I muttered in Chinese was, "There are strawberries in the fridge."
  Aliens must not know that.
  

• “Why do you keep driving on the highway?”
  
  Life begins with being carried, then crawling. My child crawled over to play at the neighbor's house. They toddled along the private road in front of our house, walked with steady steps on the public city road, chatted while walking to school on the prefectural road, pedaled a bicycle along the national highway, and before I knew it, they were riding in a car while making me pay a silent, large sum of money. Then, they enter the highway wanting to feel a new world with that special someone. From there, life accelerates rapidly, and like in the Game of Life, more little human-shaped pegs appear behind you. Before you know it, the speed exceeds 100 km/h, and by the time you pass fifty, you can no longer control that speed. You might find yourself taken to a place you don't know, find that your son is in the driver's seat, or find yourself in an ambulance.
  

• “Is the most embarrassing regret you have still alive today?”
  
  It is alive. There was a bra where my nipples were faintly visible. There are many more embarrassing things, but since those revelations become the 'ING' of shame and regret, I'll just say that today's bra is a sports bra.

My slippers had disappeared.
The other day, when I got out of the bath, they were no longer in the dressing room. I searched for two days and couldn't find them, only for them to turn up inside my second daughter's underwear box.

They went missing again the day before yesterday. I searched at night, in the morning, and even when I came home during my lunch break, they weren't there. I commented to a follower, "My slippers are gone," and as I looked away from my smartphone, there they were, neatly placed in the middle of the living room at my feet.

Come to think of it, my eldest daughter's favorite blanket—she wouldn't let me wash it, so I secretly put it in the washer-dryer when we went for a walk. When we got back, the blanket was gone, so I showed my crying child a letter from the blanket.

"Miki-chan, the blanket is going to visit its mommy. It will be back by tomorrow."

"My blan... ket..."
My daughter, covered in snot and tears 😭.

Can't slippers write letters?
Why did you suddenly come home?
Do my feet smell?

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