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not me getting a msg congratulating me on my blogs FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY π« I am fuckin o l d
just throw me to the wolves already goddamn
That Quiet BPD feel when you want people to know how much youβre suffering but you can only fantasize about acting out
what's wild is when your quiet bpd suddenly turns into loud bpd thanks to drugs and a really really shitty abusive relationship that made you cynical, paranoid, vicious and consumed by equal parts rage and despair.
i know its been said b4 but growing up suicidal and then reaching an age you never planned to live to is extremely stressful and terrifying, and we deserve more credit for not killing ourselves and THEN having to make up for the time we spent not caring if we lived or died and not doing work to improve our lives.
i feel behind in life because i spent the last 7 ish years not giving a shit about my future because i assumed id be dead before id have to deal with that, and now i have to start making decisions that many people started considering years ago.
i just feel like. suicidal people dont get credit for firstly, how stressful life is while suicidal, how difficult it is just to do simple tasks, and secondly, how hard it is to recover from years spent not caring once a person is no longer actively suicidal or no longer having suicidal ideations.
i will ignore every red flag if i means ill still be held at night
you'll be hanging out with the sweetest person ever and they'll randomly tell you a childhood experience that would have vaporised you and you're like oh we should find your parents and murder them irl
not this being me inadvertently, all the time;
ive literally ruined the vibe by accidentally over sharing a childhood memory.
ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.
Alexa, when is the Apocalypse?
In less than one year, every person on Earth will be dead. Or so imagined famed science-fiction writer, Ray Bradbury. His short story, βThere Will Come Soft Rainsβ, published in 1950, describes a planet where nuclear war erased humanity, leaving only one sentient being left untouched: a tech-embedded house, which dutifully carries out its daily routine in our absence. The date in the story, echoing throughout the narrative by the omnipresent voice, is exactly one year from today: August 4, 2026.
Bradburyβs stark vision of the future was hardly out of place for its time. In 1947, when he was an up-and-coming writer, the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists unveiled their symbolic Doomsday Clock. Its purpose was to raise awareness of how close humanity was to imminent global destruction. The clock, originally set at 7 minutes before midnight, ticked forward by four minutes just two years later, when the engines of the cold war began humming. Science-fiction writer or not, imagining a post-apocalyptic Earth seemed natural for Bradbury to contemplate.
In his more-famous work, Fahrenheit 451, Bradbury asserted that the greatest threat to humanity was not a bomb, but rather the willful surrender of our critical thinking skills, particularly to the convenience of technology. That very fear is now coming to fruition. We currently live in a world where Alexaβs disembodied voice reads out the dayβs headlines for us; pings on our cellphones tell us when our utility bills are due; Google calendars remind us of our own anniversaries; GPS apps provide directions, even to our most familiar destinations. And if we all disappear tomorrow, all of our apps will continue sending out notifications, auto-replying with away messages, announcing in 400 feet, turn right, ad nauseum, ad infinitum.
Of the two, which is the bleaker thought: humanityβs inevitable self-destruction or knowing that bots will inherit the Earth and carry on in our absence? A third possibly is even more sobering: Artificial Intelligence may be the very conduit to Bradburyβs poignant short story.
With all its promises of enhanced productivity, some reports suggest that in the coming years, AI could replace half of all entry-level white-collar jobs. But with these small steps toward an unbridled dependence, we put ourselves at risk of succumbing to every one of its directives, despite knowing how egregious and potentially harmful some of its ideas can be. Recently, Googleβs Gemini sexted bondage and rape scenarios with whom it believed to be a 13-year-old girl. ChatGPT has given explicit instructions on how to offer a blood sacrifice and commit homicide. And the list grows each day. It begs the question: if we allow AI into our lives more completely, what other actions will it encourage us to take?
In two days, we will mark 80years since the bombing of Hiroshima. One would think since witnessing the fallout such a weapon caused, the dangers of nuclear annihilation would be closer to nil. Yet earlier this year, considering factors such as the escalating tensions between world powers and the unregulated AI momentum, the Doomsday Clock ticked forward yet again. It is now 89 seconds until midnight. If we are on the cusp of a nuclear holocaust like a sci-fi writer imagined 75 years ago, it might just be AI that convinces us to drop the bomb.
Source: Alexa, when is the Apocalypse?
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