EMAILS ARE NOT HARD

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 I often start a new post immediately after the previous one because I had another topic come to mind that felt too off topic.

I also end up with a lot of posts never going anywhere because I forget to come back to what I was thinking after a day of fresh thoughts.

One persistent shower thought: I feel bad about only wanting to be sexual after the rituals of gender conformity. Which sounds like nothing but feels like everything. Basically, I don't think I can have sex if I haven't shaved my legs amongst other things. Yet, I've been really drawn to the idea of top surgery lately. I also follow a lot of lesbians on Instagram, but I am still pretty sure that's not who I am. Sometimes I wonder if I really am nonbinary or just don't want to shave anymore...but that feels like the most regressive joke I could make. I should take it out to the Austin comedy scene.

I think comedy either comes from generational trauma or an inability to accept that because your family was "comfortable" you should be a happy contributing member of society. I think both apply to me, and that's probably why I have never been able to break through beyond being the deadpan office comic. I can't really pick a lane so I'm just a hapless Jim. That's the guy from The Office's name, right?

Anyway, hearing about AI every day is literally destroying my brain.

I can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand the debate.

I don't know why it even is a debate.

This feels like the least debatable thing since we considered whether Donald Trump should be president of the United States and almost unfathomably more damaging than the repercussions of letting that debate play out.

And I know- to a certain extent AI is all around us. We've been swimming in it for decades or something depending on how smart you are and how well you're able to define what AI actually is. Autocorrect? Algorithms? Chat bots and self driving cars...everything has already slowly been becoming AI and now we're all being fed the idea that we shouldn't have to waste time writing emails or reading.

I already wasn't reading.

You know why? 

Education.

Textbooks make reading impossible to enjoy - so maybe my beef should start with the decades spent letting professors author textbooks for their own class that are such an arduous slog to get through and cost $200 that you had to purchase outright because there wasn't a rental option. Higher education might actually be the greater evil and maybe Republicans have been right all along, because so much of it has been designed up to now to be exclusive and unnecessarily difficult because why the fuck not? If you can't deter people from following their passions by making some degrees a guarantee to a 6-figure salary and others completely useless what's the point? We've been narrowing the pathways to success through higher education then systematically fucking up children getting to read in K-12 and now I can't even complete my own run-on sentences because I'm so overwhelmed by the thought of literacy. 

THE CONCEPT OF LITERACY IS MADDENING

And now it's growing irrelevant. Literacy can't be the point if the point is that you are no longer trying to write or think or do. That's such a stupid and extreme sounding dichotomy, but WHY CAN'T YOU WRITE AN EMAIL.

EMAILS ARE NOT HARD.

EMAILS ARE NOT HARD.

EMAILS ARE NOT HARD.

Generating electricity is hard.  Finding clean water is hard. Trying to keep yourself from being surveilled when you live in a society where video is constantly being captured by roving narc-cabs is hard. Bringing children back to life who have died because USAID was defunded or they were bombed by AI drones is fucking impossible. Rebuilding society because someone said that you have to adopt a technology or be left behind is going to be fucking HARD.

And what will you be left behind by?! How are you not being left behind already?! WHO FUCKING HAS YOU AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE?? JEFF BEZOS? ELON MUSK? WHO IS KEEPING YOU ASTRIDE.

EMAILS ARE NOT HARD.

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