What if everything is Awesome

  I Found an Old Chat With ChatGPT That Broke My Heart It was buried in my archives — a conversation I had with ChatGPT nearly two years ago. I didn’t expect much from rereading it. But when I did... I saw a different woman entirely. She was scared. Confused. Blaming herself. Desperate to understand why she kept “acting dumb” and “ruining things.” And then I saw the questions I asked — raw, unfiltered, heartbreaking: "Why do I act dumb and stop using my head?" "What if my behavior deserved this?" "I ruin relationships." Back then, ChatGPT did its best. It told me what it could — that violence isn’t acceptable, that I wasn’t to blame. But I couldn’t hear it. Not really. Like so many victims, I needed someone to fix me , not affirm me. I needed to feel like it was my fault — because if it was my fault, I could control it. That’s how a victim’s mind works. Here's What ChatGPT Told Me Then (2023): "No one deserves to be physically harmed... physical ...

The S eashells After finding a new parking spot for our camper - open palm beach, firm sand, water point, in front of a restaurant with good food, beers, and cigarettes - we went back to our truck that was parked a hundred meters from there, in another restaurant's parking lot. We decided to eat our breakfast there before moving forward as a means of gratitude for letting us stay the night there. With full stomachs, we pased along the calm water of the ocean, excited about the good spot we'd discovered, when Johnny found two huge and beautiful shells lying on the wet sand. Unfortunately for him, the shells were still with living creatures inside, but it did not bother Johnny, he wanted to take these shells no matter what. He tried several different ways to get those creatures to leave their houses, but with no success. Eventually, we left them in the sink of our camper and waited until they would come out or get dry and die. When we were about to leave for the new place, the ca...