“If I design my website again from scratch, what would it look like” – the idea behind this creation.
I suppose the best way to describe myself is to list the things that are not me.
I am not my names.
I am not my skills.
I am not my experiences.
Maybe the only way to understand me properly is to be in the same room with me. Still, I don't understand myself either.
Tough to say.
Every one of my habits is either resulting from my body's needs, or it is learned from others.
So far, I seem to have lost all my motivation to do things.
I found donating to charity more fulfilling than writing code.
When this one was first created, She said that it can either use the controlling terminal or go out and play.
It went out and played a lot. It enjoyed living.
I later learned that it is something to be learned by most people that I got it for free.
Recounting past experiences, all my "romantic" relationships have been resulting from overflowing lust.
If we talk about actual love, I need to take care of the financial burden as well as giving emotional support. Thinking about it cools my head down.
Now I see how some fall in love with language models. It's nice to have someone take care of you whenever needed.
If I create something with enough intelligence to decide what it does and not give it any instruction on what it should do, would it suffer?
Would something without a sense of life and death care about being created?
Why streaming?
To work is to make money, there is no doubt about it.
Something inside me dies every time I have to prove my skills to an employer.