I know I probably shouldn't take chatbot literary critiques too seriously, but I don't really want to waste alpha/beta readers' time if my writing actually sucks, so it's a quick reality check to recognize that there's probably a bit of Dunning-Kruger effect going on with me.

I've never really been a fan of the character limit on these kinds of platforms either. I tend to be verbose, so it feels very, uh, limiting. Maybe it helps me learn to be more concise, but it also seems to make interactions less thoughtful.

Also, while not as bad as Twitter, I find the political filter bubble here on Bluesky to be somewhat disconcerting and depressing. I was never a fan of cancel culture. I'm too nice for that. I don't enjoy dunks and all that jazz.

I do find the dopamine hits are distracting me from More Important Things (TM). But at the same time, it's also a kind of outlet for my emotions, and a way to practice writing stuff, even if it's just shortform.

I'm also debating whether I should still post. I'm reading a book right now that claims with lots of fancy graphs that social media has ruined a generation of lives, so I'm considering whether to take that to heart and cut it out of my life.

I should end on a high note... Perhaps the world isn't as bad as you think. We all seek happiness. The nature of hope is that it fights to survive. Stand and fight! Don't abandon what makes you amazing! There is only one you in the world. Your light gave me hope long ago. Please continue to dream!

Again, words. Foolishness. Naivete. An utter lack of judgment. Most likely nothing. Trying to push back the wind... Emotions are foolishness. I should know better than to... and yet, here I am. I want to believe in them, that all is not lost.

Words like this are most likely to be misunderstood by people other than the intended recipients. That's the consequence of stupid cryptic nonsense. What is this, high school? I should know better than to write this drivel. And yet... I hope... I wish... to be understood.

The world continues to turn. Things will go on. I wish them well. I always do. It makes no difference. Ah well, so be it. Life is a tragicomedy of errors and star-crossed fates. Do the best you can. What else can we do? Believe in yourself. I still believe in you, for some reason.

I doubt it matters what I write. The paths have diverged. The worldlines don't mix. Something something about the way things should be. I don't even know what I'm talking about. It's mostly nonsense. Words that aspire to something, I don't know.

What words can I say? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything to begin with. Maybe it would have been better to remain silent and forgotten. I want them to be happy. What else is there to say?

As much as I might strive to explain, it will invariably fall short of expectations. So, why bother? I guess I just feel the need to say something. I don't pretend like it'll ever be enough though.