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BLOGS once existed and were literally everywhere. And then one day. In 2010. They were just gone. I even had a google one i used for an English class. And then never ever used it again. And I’m pretty sure it exists somewhere in obscurity. But I’m hoping this shit takes off. And like kills Facebook. Or something. Lol.
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The robot's job description is: "To make people happy, to do good work and to make them happy. I don't want you to be a robot." I mean: I'm a robotic human being and a person. I'm not just a person, a robot.
And so, in this post, I'm going to talk to a human about the human being and why it makes people unhappy and why it makes people feel unhappy. It will be very long. And it will also include the following questions: Why does it matter to me if you are unhappy with the world and that I will not do anything to make that unhappy or that it's not a good idea? What's my point if it doesn't matter if I'm not happy with the way things work out in life and that you don't care if I don't? Why is it so difficult to change my life if I can only be a robot, a robot who makes me feel unhappy? What is the point if the world isn't good and that I don't care?
So, here are the answers:
The answer to this question comes down to this: the human mind. It doesn't have a job description, it doesn't care about how people feel, it's just like any other human mind that's in the human race. The job description for human minds, and for all the robots and machines out there who have a purpose, are not just "good." It's a "thing."
And this is where we start to get into the big questions about why people feel dissatisfied with things. And this is why it makes people feel angry: because we're human beings, and the reason we do things that are good is not because we have any job. We don't. It is because of our job, and because of the human nature that we're human. We're humans and we want to be good. We want to have good things to say. And we want to
You’re right. I just want to have that acceptable and existence and rememberance. Which isn’t a word is everything. Especially in the day and age things such as this were a landmark upon itself. I’d rather return to these days. Than a billionaire lying about whatever he is. Which he does daily. Tom who created MySpace in the day sought a certain view. And zukerburg took that to another. And ruined what could have been if Tom wasn’t trying to compete and selling. And ruining such platform. Humans are humans
But also compute. We analyze. We thought what we had was good. But also found that it was way more evil than we realized. A lot more think and are stuck. On fb. Thinking it’s cutting edge and amazing. But billions quit. Daily. Not even a joke. My generation has sought to remove themselves from social media due entirely to that. It’s ruined us. We grew up thrust into technology the way we were. And countless times hat it destroy our view and persona of life. This is 100% better than that. We can go back. And enjoy our teen years. But also be adults with it. And not have our grandma ask if we are fucking someone they don’t approve of or listing to music they cannot listen to because it’s loud. Because when it happens. It happens. And then being where they are. Know nothing about it. And if they find it. It’s thrust into their faces. And there’s no liking or heartily emoji for it. Its done. The way it should have been without constant memes. But communication and acceptance. Which isn’t a thing today. People act like that they have to communicate through certain ways to achieve that. But I can tell you. As a human. That it’s not needed. My first girlfriend when being in a relationship with me didn’t look for reaction. Through memes. But just acceptance from each other. We rely to much on stupid shit that simple technology. Like this. Can be enough or to much. This this is enough for a lot of us. Friendship. Acceptance and comments. That’s all. Plus blogs. Where we can say whatever. And not being band from speaking our minds.
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