Discomfort In Existence

Written By A Real Person With A Soul

Discomfort In Existence

Some problems, are better to be solved.

The Problem:

If you are not content, and you pick at the discontent, things will get worse.

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Some Thoughts Today

Ugh! Being content is important. When you feel a lot of discomfort, it becomes very difficult to remain content. They say show some gratitude for what you do have. And yet; there is an open wound, that itches. And you want to scratch it. What you really want, is to feel better. Yet, if you don’t have your health, the poverty of that, is almost unbearable.

I’m finding more and more difficult to feel comfortable. This raw feeling in my chest. Like something grating on my nerves. Like machinery grinding my heart to little inorganic pieces of metal, to be swept away and discarded. To be honest, I’m not feeling loved. For some reason, it feels like, I’m from some other planet. I’m not fitting in very well. And, the isolation, is having very real consequences. I’m hurting on two levels, physically, and emotionally.

Feeling like a stranger in this world. No one to talk with. People, don’t listen, or read. They aren’t thinking. And if they do read what I write, they have not taken the time, to think what was written, they only assimilate the data, but take no time to think about it.

AI Is Coming Or Already Here?

My thoughts about AI, are as follows from what I know about it right now. That might change, at some point. Not everything I know, should be said in this post. I’ve said, more; in other places.

Anything written by a computer, that is not a real person; should be flagged as being from Artificial Intelligence. They really should have to mark them as being generated by a machine. There is good reason for this, and one of them, is I’m not interested in reading what a machine produces. It has some use, in some places. But to read what a machine has spit out, no thanks; I’m really not interested in that.

It has some good. The tides are turning. And people, seem to be getting a lot dumber these days. Pity, was really hoping for good results. The way things are, machines will be running things, in no time. It is not a question of if, it is only a question of: “When?”

There is some good that can come from it. Real people, are going to have to find a way to exist, and have a life, that is worthy of living. There is a lot to be said for having skills, and talent, and abilities. AI artistry is not the same as being an artist that creates real artwork. It is a tool, that when used correctly, can be pretty neat. It is however, only a tool.

Threadbare

This machinery in my mind, has worn down the parts of me, and some pieces; are in real need of being replaced. Like teeth. It just feels as though, I’ve worn threadbare in my life. My physical, and emotional feelings, are starting to wear thin. The world, seems like a total mess. Everything is cause and effect, and some things; are going to have bad effects.

Really, the only thing a person can do is control how they respond to stimuli. The real problem is when people have knee jerk reactions that they are not able to control, or maintain composure. Then problems, really happen. You have to be able to deal with things in healthy ways.

At least, I’m still writing. I’ve not felt creative artistically in over a year. And it has become somewhat painful, not being able to create real art. Or poetry. I long for better times, and to heal from some of these wounds. The emotional wounds are pretty deep, and have built up, a lot of scar tissue. I’m not the same person I was twenty years ago. Pain, and agony have changed me. Maybe, I’m tougher, but also weaker. I always had the feeling that I was pretty tough. However, after enduring the discomforts that I’ve been dealing with, something inside me, has changed. I’m different.

This Uniform

Truth be told, this uniform, this suit I wear; needs to be cleaned professionally. I don’t want to put this suit on again, for at least a week. Not until it's all healed up. I want to take this suit off, and put on something nice and fresh. I want new wet wear (i.e. A new birthday suit). Maybe, I have a spare somewhere I can put on until this suit is made livable again. I’m getting old, and I don’t recognize the person in the mirror. That couldn’t be me. It doesn’t look like me. Not how I once looked. Youth wasted on thinking I wasn’t good enough looking. Looking back on my youth, I was better looking then, than now. By a lot. I should have appreciated what I had. A lot more. Seems, other people didn’t see me as being much. Maybe, that is perfect for what I wanted to do.

Conclusion

It would be nice to have some conversations with other people. Yet, the isolation has continued. And I’m not feeling loved. Feels like I am from some other planet. The way people are, is confusing to me. I don’t understand them very well. I’m a real person. Are You?

We have to wonder, what people have been feeding their heads on? You know, it is important to feed your head. Some people have said it is bad to eat junk food. What have you fed your mind, lately? I long for the emotional feeling of a good conversation. You know, the kind that makes a person feel wanted, and loved? I need that, a lot.

Want some new wet wear. Don’t want to forget what I know. I want a new suit, and to know what I know now. That would be good. Could have some real fun with that. I want to feel better.