It eats away at me when I’m selling my valuable time on Earth to sit around and not work.

I literally get paid less the harder I work.

Shit that’s how my life feels basically at all times.

If I have to deal with AI for customer support then I will find a different company that offers actual customer support.

Well Pythagoras lived during the Greek era. Buildings like the Temple of Artemis were the greatest projections of power and grandeur the world had to offer at the time. Those great structures would’ve dwarfed anything seen out in the country. The only way those buildings could ever be erected is with the help of mathematics.

Furthermore mathematical truths are about as true as anything can be in the world. A triangle’s angles are always perfectly in harmony for instance. Way back when, when the world was much darker and more chaotic, those mathematical truths must’ve seemed like a great light in the darkness.

Mathematics is applicable truth.

I worry the average person has no idea how to torrent.

As a kid I thought Pythagoras was silly for making a math cult. Now that I’m older I get it.

Uhh sir, you forgot to mention the subscription.

There is no logic in mans lust for power. The most self serving will do whatever it takes to achieve wealth, status, and control. The world made so much more sense once I realized that.

Is it better to be locked in a room all your life or occasionally get a burn from the sun?

Make a new account and see what the suggestions turn into.

It isn’t a decision we made. Were born into a system that’s the culmination of trillions of man hours. How do you one day look at that great beast, and between hundreds of millions of individuals with their own ideas, biases, social standings, etc all collectively decide to say no at the same time? It’s a monumental task.

I’m finding the digital world to be deeply unfulfilling as I get older.

It was astounding to me to find out that plastic bottles have only existed for some 45~ years.

Reading that first paragraph makes me physically sick to my stomach. The impermanence of everything is killing me. There is no point. I cannot find a point of my own. It’s legitimately driving me insane.

Snails are an excuse for the French to down a stick of butter.

I’m convinced social media algorithms show you content you choose not to see because they count “don’t show me this again” as engagement.

The other option is bombing kids.

It’s not paranoia. The internet is legitimately dying.

Highly doubt an AI would ever write “everyperson”