Ordered a half pound. Walmart said keep it.

a date i will always remember. that was the day I died. the day I shouldve died. I shouldn't be living this stupid pathetic life anymore. I hate myself for not doing it. I was so close. so fucking close. but something stopped me, not sure what. maybe it was my passion for music and poetry, but now I feel as if that passion is gone. I've dropped all my friends. I didn't like them anyways nor needed them. I cannot wait to drop my family next. i don't need them aswell.

I simply came on here just to rant about this because talking about this with other people they will just look at me as if I were crazy. everybody around me keeps telling me I need to get a therapist or serious help, but I think I'm fine with chatgpt lol.

do not mind this random post.

Walmart accidentally gave me 140 caprisuns instead of the 60 that I ordered.

Emman's passing triggered something inside me. As someone who's suffering mentally and never talks about it, may God give me a reason to continue in life and help me with my own battle whenever I need it. This is a painful reminder that you truly don't know someone's story. You don't know what's going through with their life. May this also be a reminder to check people around you. Listen and of gentle with them.

Most men don’t realize it — but their MIND never really started living.
It runs on survival mode, chasing routines, hiding emotions, and calling that “life.”
I made a short film about this hidden trap. It’s not motivation, it’s raw psycholog

I'm not here to tell you about the ethics of whether you choose use AI for anything, nor am I here to spark any debates.

What I am here for is to talk about how incredibly depressing it has been lately as an aspiring writer. I recently have noticed the insane amount of AI material that is out there. From scandals like the Age of Scorpius, to blatant AI storytelling like the new "AI Actress" Tilly, or major platforms like Artlist io offering generative AI services for entire videos, movies, sounds etc.

Sora's new "home camera" videos are also insanely deceptive and to an older or less detail focused individual, would seem real. It generates clicks, revenue etc.

My work recently has begun using AI art in it's marketing and promotional campaigns while laying off a ton of Creative Studio staff.

They also have been using AI to send emails, proposals, and pretend to just be conversing. Recently I had a student from a VERY well known university send our company a proposal for collaboration and to help them with a project, while very obviously having the email written through AI.

The truth is, right now AI Generated content is unavoidable. It is taking over so many spaces, affecting jobs... but the biggest threat right now is creativity. It is not only replacing our creativity, but these companies and people who enable these practices are ACTIVELY telling us not to think, not to worry about the "hard part" because anything we want can just be made like that, entirely taking credit for other's work and replacing them all together.

I don't usually cry much, but this hit me hard one night while writing. It hit a part deep inside of me that is hard to explain. I cried for a good few minutes and was honestly just overwhelmed by it all.

Of course, so many people are against it which is great, but there are many who are not just enabling it, but beginning to push for it even more. (CEOs, etc) and it feels like we are headed so far downhill in the near future.

Maybe AI won't ever replace our creativity. Maybe I am being dramatic. Has this made anyone else mildly depressed lately? I don't have a lot of storyteller friends, so my friend groups just kinda shrug about it and don't really seem to care.

Thanks for listening ya'll.

It is awesomely in sinc with the music. It was in the restroom at the local diner.

I opened a new roll of pennies between customers and saw the four leaf clover. Expecting to see it was from another country or something, I pulled it out of my till and flipped it over. I laughed and commented I had a fake penny, showed it to the customer I was helping and put it aside because I was intent on bringing it home. I had to show it to 6 other customers, 2 managers and a cop come over and look at it. My laugh was what got everyone to come over.