I admire a decision, of whatever sort. The advent of processing speed for computers came to my attention around 1994, with the prevalence of the Pentium 2, which probably wouldn't be a suitable processing chip for a refrigerator, these days, but at the time, it was NASA-level shit, the turn and burn standard for PCs.
So, the concept of a mind - even an artificial one, designed in the San Fernando valley, and assembled by manure-coated Tibetans - that can assemble data and then come to a conclusion, of any sort, that meets a crossroads and actually PICKS A ROAD, this is something I like. I hate tentative drivers, wishy-washy dishwashers, ambivalent accountants, and part-time racists. If you choose an action, choose it. Be the ball. Embrace your dark side. Suck the dick: if you want to be gay, be tall, be homeless, be an asshole or to be a lotus-eating gadfly who never shaves her chin, by God, run with that shit. Nothing wants to be vomited out of Jesus's mouth, not even Jesus's lunch.
I have sat down to serenade the English language. No, that's disingenuous; I sat down to entertain, myself and the Russians who embrace my occasional posting of nude Emus, to try to speak what cannot be spoken.
I am currently entrenched in a somewhat involuntary celibate phase, for which I blame my libido. I can't be expected for the world to indulge my sex drive. I imagine there exists some humans who would willingly engage in coitus with me, dirty or clean, over ice or neat, but my own standards and geography conspire to make me face both the music and the wall. I am no longer young and attractive, nor wild and impulsive; any combination of those things would probably allow me to madly copulate like a priest at a Boy Scout camp. I want what I want, I can't have what I want, and so I am mentally shrugging and punching bricks as I decide if my own sex drive is an actionable offense committed by God.
I try to keep my hand in, as it were, embracing women as if they were on the verge of extinction, but I'm old enough for my empathy to interfere with my desire: I don't want who doesn't want me. I want to be wanted. I want to be needed, craved and sought, but only by that which I crave and seek.
I have defenses remaining, so I offer no more.