Day 10. Again.

Like the tallest monkey in the palm grove, I often find myself climbing to the proverbial coconuts above, not so I can consume them, but so I can throw them down like missiles at my many foes.

This is often how I approach writing the blog. I use my words to hide my many grievances. The platform on which I create the blog has an AI option that I never use (except for the occasional illustration). Today I realized that someone programmed the AI to be needlessly enthusiastic. It asked me for a prompt so I gave it one. What did it generate? A story about why children exist like emotional ticks to drain me of what little is left of my already depleted soul? No. Jut some story about why it's ok to be frustrated about MY PARENTING SKILLS!

Did I keep my kid fed even though it meant not gorging myself on endless peanut butter cups? Yes. Did I allow her to dress like a weirdo at Comicon, and other such places where other weirdos hang out? Yes. She turned out fine. The story was not meant to be about MY deficiency as an adult, but at everyone else's deficiencies. Artificial "intelligence" is not nearly as skeptical of today's youth as it should be. While I spend my entire weekend sitting in a lawn chair in my driveway, shouting at kids to stay away from my mango tree while I spray them with a hose, AI would suggest that I should somehow be willing to explore my feelings of negativity and despair for our future by mentoring young people and finding positive ways to share my wisdom as I age.

I'm going to prompt AI for the picture and hopefully it will get it right!

How I spend my day. Generated by AI based on a brief description of myself.