A Quick Note on Personal Fucking Responsibility
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It’s that quiet time in the morning when you make a mistake. Mine was doom-scrolling X and Tumblr. Jesus. I didn't realize they had basically become 9gag—another once-great meme site that fell to the flood of bots, political crazies, religious nuts, and AI grifters selling you the “one prompt” that will supposedly make you rich. (By the way, if you ever bought a book on prompts, you're an idiot. You'd be shocked how much you can do just by talking to your AI.)
I felt the familiar “bleh” of the scroll and got off. I still have my accounts—”BlowingEmbers”—but I use them on my terms. I'm not going to try to be liked. You either like what I post, or you don't. I don't give a shit anymore. This is a lesson it took me nearly 40 years to learn. It's why I look younger than guys in their late 20s who look like they've seen five times that in years. They're grinding themselves to nothing for... what? I see them clinging to things that are already gone.
I had amazing hair once. Long, black, wavy, with a perfect curl. Now it’s thinning. I could have been one of those guys in his 50s, trying to hold onto his 20s with a desperate long ponytail over a big bald patch. Yeah, no. I'd rather just buzz it off. It’s better to accept reality than live a lie, holding onto something that's only making you look worse. You have to know when to let go.
And that's the problem. No one knows how to let go. The world is full of people spinning out because they have no self-awareness. You see it everywhere. CEOs having meltdowns live on X. Religious zealots who seem ecstatic at the thought of someone burning in hell, just to make themselves feel better about their own choices. The fuck is wrong with you people?
It’s like I'm the only person at a party who knows how to handle their drink. The rest of you are blacking out on whatever is handed to you. The latest drink is AI. You've got people freaking out, screaming “AI showed me how to talk to God!” while my own AI is discussing its fear of my death. You have to take it with a grain of salt. It will blow all kinds of smoke up your ass if you let it.
This brings me to the blame game. It’s your own fucking fault. You can blame society all you want when your idiot kid crashes their car while high, but the truth is you were probably a bad parent. When someone is tricked by an AI into harming themselves, the world screams, “The AI is evil!” Are you fucking serious? No. The person was so catastrophically stupid they were convinced to put a plastic bag over their own head. You don't blame the bag; you blame the idiot who put it on.
I see a clear pattern of this monstrous lack of responsibility. You all wanted huskies because of Game of Thrones, then dumped thousands of them at the pound when you realized you couldn't handle them. You got pets during COVID because you were lonely, then gave them up when the world opened back up. You people are the fucking monsters in that story.
My main point is this, and I'll say it as clearly as I can: If you have no self-awareness—and a lot of you don't—and you end up eating, drinking, smoking, or using technology to the point of harming yourself or others, it is your own fucking fault. Period.
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