Keeping a diary, I have always failed at. Cognitive journaling, on the other hand, as a coping mechanism for my mental illness, works like a charm.
Edit: the fountain pen helps, too.
Keeping a diary, I have always failed at. Cognitive journaling, on the other hand, as a coping mechanism for my mental illness, works like a charm.
Edit: the fountain pen helps, too.
I known this isn’t even remotely related to the discourse, but…
Do rabbits eat cheese? I dare anybody to shove that into [insert LLM name]…
Haven’t shoved it into anywhere because that sounds like a third date type of thing and I haven’t even gotten Gemini’s number yet, but presumably rabbits actually probably can’t process cheese, no. Most mammals are lactose intolerant when fully grown.
Don’t date Gemini. Considering how many websites and databases they have scraped, they have definitely contracted some weird shit at this point… 😷
Oh I don’t even use AI chatbots at all, actually. I just have a huge inferiority complex that drives me to try to make jokes in order to get cheap validation from internet strangers.
But I mean, if I were to date Gemini I just have to make sure my keyboard is nicely wrapped in a condom first and I should be good, right?!
I 100% realized that you were joking. I was just trying to ride on the wings of your joke. 😅
Ugh… Don’t even get me started on validation… After having lived with depression and its perks - isolation being one of them - for four years, I have ZERO judgment. I mean, just a single like on a post or comment of mine feels like morphine at this point. 🤣
Well, to be honest it wasn’t so much that I was afraid you thought I was serious so much as I took the opportunity to make a self-depreciating joke - another of my standard routines (that get old fast).
And I get you. I have a feeling our life situations are fairly similar in that regard, actually.