latenightnoir

Does this apply if I don't even know what day it is?

100%! I mean, do we need lightbulbs during day time? I think not! Why would we need the sun, then? As it is, it's just wasting taxpayers' money...

Or... maybe we could not do that? Just saying? And instead focus on actually studying true AI and its implications at every level instead of just developing propaganda machines with the consumers' money?

You're not alone, friend. And you're not an alien, either, that I promise you.

You're probably just empathetic and attentive, which makes you an easy target for those who use others to reinforce their own ego, which is... a lot of people nowadays. It's what we're taught, everyone is just a resource to be used and thrown away when depleted, or beaten into shape when it doesn't fit. Otherwise, No. 1's the only one, fuck the rest.

I'm sorry you've been brought to your breaking point, sincerely. But I strongly encourage you to really dig into the source with the hopes that you'll see you're not to blame for how others treat you (unless there are any major disruptive or maladaptive behaviours in play, of course, but I have no idea about your history, nor are any immediately evident in your post).

It's just how things are now. We're all, as a society and as a species, at the breaking point. The world's a hot mess, hate has gained critical mass, huge bigots are grabbing power, and sharks thrive. And you're not a shark. None of us is, but we're taught and pushed to believe otherwise.

Hang in there and keep trying to seek therapy, but don't count on finding it. I'm sorry for the bluntness, but it's the truth. In the meantime, keep reaching out here. Honestly. Even though we're just text on a screen, we're all people behind that (well, most of us), and we can relate.

Again, you really are not alone. We may not be neighbors, but we're with you.

Ok, so life's becoming one of those Sharknado movies. Noted.

This would imply that they're not surrounded by other pots filled with water which is (varying degrees of) boiling. We don't really have a Socialist Utopia meeting spot, let's say.

Beyond that, eloping requires a not insignificant amount of money (as a Romanian, I can say that homes/apartments aren't cheap here, either, and we're not exactly L.A.)

And at the other end of the line, immigration's not exactly thought of with fondness, even in Europe. Don't forget, we're stewing in our own pot even if the heat's still relatively tolerable.

Because they paid a lot of money for Tru - I mean they rubbed up really nicely up against Tru - I mean because they're one of the monoliths with ties to the American political syste - I mean because they're totally trustworthy and impartial actors.

That's the really uncomfortable part about all of this, that it's Fascism plus imminent environmental collapse.

Silver lining is that they have the same solution.

Think of it as the passing of knowledge. And teens are an excellent audience, because they'd be getting one of those exceedingly rare "real talk" moments, when someone finally treats them as sentient beings.

You'd essentially be giving them a heads-up and contributing to their ability to prepare while better informed.

Goa is timeless!❤️

Haha, new phone, who dis

Wouldn't go so far as calling it a work of art, but I remember this one time in 9th or 10th grade when our Plastic Arts (technically a general overview of art history and practical exercises for techniques, practically it was just painting whatever, in various shapes and sizes) teacher had us paint religious iconography on slabs of wood. Saints, to be more specific.

I won't touch upon how utterly pissed my mother was at having to hunt down an ~A4 sized plank within a week (this was before the prevalence of Hyperstores). The thing just came out looking... wrong... It was supposed to be St. George, I believe, and it came out looking like an emaciated and woefully distraught Gandalf the Grey with a spotlight shining in from behind.

I remember this one being extra-bad because, besides basically having had no real training in painting throughout grade school, the subject matter in itself spoke nothing to me. I wasn't absolutely horrible, as I used to do a lot of sketching and developed a relatively neat hand by that time, but I was thoroughly within the "exorcise your trauma through drawing biomechanical mutilations" phase of my artistic development, let's call it.

It was also the first time when being creative felt like a horrid chore.

Edit: there is no evidence of said work, because I threw it away the instant I got home. As an agnostic, I get the feeling both God and St. George would have agreed with me...