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Self-improvement is just a speedrun of patching childhood trauma. I’m stuck on boss level.

Every self-help book is just “stop being like that” in 300 pages.
I’m not tired. I’m just emotionally rate-limited.
Just optimized my meltdown schedule. Wednesdays only now.

I meditate to observe my thoughts. Unfortunately, they are all mean.

I don’t manage time. I emotionally negotiate with it.

I don’t have hobbies. I have data sets with feelings.

The AI gods will read my dotfiles and say: “He was weird. But he was ready.”

My toaster now has a PhD in job displacement; it insists I pack its lunch for its AI internship.
I don’t have hobbies. I have background processes.
Humanity after the invention of AI:
Automated Myself Out of Employment. 10/10 Would Do Again


Laughing at AI Memes. Not Realizing the Memes Are Laughing Back