I love using AI. It helps me a lot. But sometimes it “mocks” me, but in a good way. It gives me honest feedback and gives me suggestions on how to improve. It’s not always correct, but nothing is ever perfect anyway.
I use AI in both personal and professional settings. I’ve recently used it in fan fiction. It gives me feedback when no one else does. It teaches me how to improve my storytelling. I use both ChatGPT and Gemini. I found another called Claude, but it has a chat limit. Meaning, if you want to use it without interruptions, you have to pay for it.
Sometimes I write explicit content, but only Gemini wants to check it. It can take the fun out of it, and AI wants to change the story. But it suggests better ways to write it without being too forward. Sometimes it writes better than I. But also, it can say exactly how I meant to say it. AI is good for learning better English, too.
I don’t use AI in this blog because I want it to be as real as possible. I write this blog as a hobby, so the writing doesn’t need to be superb. AI is a tool like a search engine, but the answers come quickly, and you don’t need to search for information yourself.
Do you use AI, and if you do, which one, ChatGPT or Gemini? Or something else? Share your thoughts in the comments.
You probably heard the expression, ‘kids say the darnest things.’ But the reason they say laughable things is that they haven’t lived long enough to know things. They don’t see life as adults. You don’t get defended, you just think, well, they’re just kids, and you let it go.
But when adults say or do laughable things behind your back or to your face, it’s not as nice. You get offended and maybe cry, and at the time, it’s not laughable. You feel as if that hurt feeling won’t go away. You might think there is something wrong with you when people say or do offensive things to you.
What’s great about becoming an adult is when you begin to think about how laughable other people’s behaviour against you was. Life experiences change you, and you see life differently. Things that happened when you were a kid and a teenager are irrelevant when you become an adult. People who were in your life then, like schoolmates, are just laughable now. If they hurt your feelings, then you laugh at it now because the people were laughable. The next time, the words or actions bounce off you.
I’ve heard many laughable things during my 48-year-old life. They weren’t laughable then, but now they are when thinking about it. I won’t understand why people can’t keep things to themselves. They probably felt better about themselves if they said it or whispered it to their friends. Toxic people don’t have a place in my life. In anyone’s life.
The first one I remember was when I was probably in 3rd grade, and one of the boys in my class told me I had dirty teeth. That’s hurt me, so I didn’t go to class because of it. I was a sensitive and shy kid. So, I hadn’t brushed them, but so what? No need to point it out.
In 1997, I studied business for a few months. There was this guy in my class who asked me if I had been in a horror movie. I asked why, and he said no reason. So he didn’t like my appearance. It wasn’t like he was an oil painting. I didn’t care about his stupid comment anyway. I should have asked if he’s been in one, but I didn’t think about it then. It really was laughable. Strange that some people criticize someone’s appearance when themselve don’t look anything special. They should keep it to themselves.
One case that wasn’t anything personal, but it was quite laughable when I think about it now. I studied web design in 2017. We had on-the-learning period where we had to find clients to design websites. I got contacted by a possible client. But they said they wanted an more experienced designer. Now, that doesn’t make any sense. I was a student, and I did it for free. If you want an experienced designer, you need to pay for one. No professional does it for free.
The latest laughable thing was when I got a comment in a fan fiction that I’m writing. I don’t remember exactly how it was since I deleted it. Something like I’m wasting my life, and others are living their lives. And yadda, yadda. Who’s wasting their life for real? People who waste their time on commenting on fan fiction, that’s who. Perhaps they don’t like real person fiction or how the story goes. It doesn’t matter. I want to have real comments about the story, and not people complaining about other things. The comment wasn’t only a few lines. The person used a lot of energy on their comment, so they must have a lot of time on their hands. I won’t stop writing because someone says something negative. Writing fan fiction is my way of relaxing and learn writing in English. If everyone who writes stopped at negative feedback, no one would write anything, and the world would be a boring place.
Certain people have negative energy, and they don’t want anyone to try anything. You can’t do this, or you can’t do this. Nice attitude there. Luckily, people still do different things no matter what others say. You might not like what people do or how they look, but you should still have respect for others. There is too much negativity in the world anyway, so spread some positivity instead.
Everything I do, or try to do, feels like Mission: Impossible. My goals for the year are already slipping away. One of them is keeping up a social media posting schedule; I should have posts lined up in my calendar, but I haven’t gotten anything done (only one). This month is going by so fast. It’s almost the middle of the month, and it’s only a matter of time before the month is over. It wouldn’t matter if I were writing about daily things, but when it comes to writing texts for finding paying clients, so I can become an entrepreneur. The years seem to begin the same way. I have hopes and dreams for that year, but suddenly it’s April. I thought 2026 would be my year. But that’s what I have been telling myself for years.
Sometimes it feels like I have ADHD, but in my head. I have so many things I want to say, or in my case, write. But you can’t say everything at once. Dealing with different subjects in a short period of time doesn’t work. I want to share my thoughts about different things. My brain is like a high-speed internet connection, but the delivery is on dial-up. If the Internet didn’t exist, I would write in a diary as I did before. Some days I wonder if people like my posts only because of the image, or if they actually read the text. Sometimes when I post, I get a like a little too quickly, especially if the text is long. No one can read that fast! Despite that, I keep writing because I know there is always someone out there who appreciates a long read.
I write my thoughts on different things on my mobile or Google Docs, but then I try to write about one subject, even getting help from AI, I still get a feeling I need to say everything at once. I need to learn to be patient and keep in mind that I don’t need to write and share things all at once. Then it might not be a mission impossible, and the stress won’t exist.
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