I’ve gotten so much joy from AI art over the last year.
But also some very real pain, because I’ve expressed my joy publicly. Maybe I could have been more measured, more cautious. The world has been telling me to temper my happiness my whole life. But that hurts too…
I wonder what it’s like to be naturally likable. It’s clearly not a trait I have. (If you like me, that’s great, but it doesn’t deny my vast experience of seeing that overall the opposite is true.) And it sure seems like it would be a trait that would make life less painful.