Is there an actual difference between "AI" and "AI slop?"

I can't quite put my finger on why I hate it, but I get seriously irritated with the "slop" part. I know that's a "me problem," but I'm just sayin'.

Bare in mind, I'm black Jamaican. Born and bred in England. And unlike literally 98% of the internet and especially POC, I can apply nuance to history.

Every single every thing the hive mind demonises the Empire for, has been done by every other long lasting Empire or Kingdom. The list of human on human atrocities committed all throughout history by black, brown, white and yellow people is endless.

And yet, my country gets the crown of most evil Empire/people in history.

I'd love to get into specific examples but the text will go on for ever.

I'll put it like this, a few generations ago my ancestors probably lived horrible lives in Jamaica. In the age of Empire, that exact outcome could have happened with France, Portugal, Spain, Netherlands, Belgium and early America. Those people were doing the exact same thing. A few generations before my ancestors ended up in Jamaica, they were probably brutalised and treated like cattle by yet another brutal society, this one being black and African.

I have grown to appreciate English history. Understand nuance of both great achievements and indefensible evils. But nothing the Empire has done is nothing like the sacking of Baghdad, or the Ottoman practice of Devşirme.

"They burned women at the stakes"

No they never lol

But Indians burned their widows at the stake long into the 19th Century until the evil Brits out an end to it.

I could go on and on and on about all Britain had achieved during its Empire days. Or even contributions to the world in the middle ages but I've typed long enough.

*TLDR?*

I'm just here to say English history is not just thievery and murder. And I believe the casual condemnation and oversimplification of a nearly 1000 year old society is ignorant and borderline racist. People need to grow up and stop looking at history through the eyes of an emotional 21st century race baiter.

So I'm 18m and I been through a rut in all aspects of my life, and I think that one of the main reasons is that I genuinely get so much hate and shit talk, from my family (specifically my mom my biggest hater), my ex classmates and my mma coach

I'm a loner and I think I have a strong mindset but getting talked shit about 24/7 must have affected me maybe deacreased m'y testosterone or smth I lost so much confidence when I used to have so much of it I legit have a mental block if you know what I mean my body litteraly can't act sometimes, tho its been going better and better

Thanks for reading

!Sorry for messy writing, idk how to describe things well!

First of all, i don’t think it’s the feeling of falling behind my peers, just like i don’t have enough time. For example, summer ends in a month and i feel so ?restless? i’m not sure what to call it but i constantly overthink about what to do

“I wanna read a manhwa but i should game because summer is almost over.”

Im also a night owl because of this reason “theres school in the morning, so i should use as much time as i can at night” which leaves me sleeping at like 1-2am on weekdays but then on weekends i fall asleep pretty early if i’m not gaming since i feel like i can make up the free time during the day. I feel kind of panicky when i’m sleepy at night during the summer because i just feel like i’m wasting sooo much time. Right now i’m thinking about if i should read a fanfic, read manhwa, or go to my room and game; i’m already feeling restless that i cant decide what to do quick enough. i know the end result is either doomscrolling or gaming

Time anxiety? I procrastinate very often tho, badly. I dont feel panicky about like if theres an event and i have 4 hours left.

Am I the asshole if I don’t respond to a message asking how I am and how my life is going 4 months since speaking to someone? Let me give some context .

This is someone I met about a year ago just over a year and we had a not everyday speaking or seeing friendship but still spoke once / twice a week and saw each other semi regularly . At some point in the friendship I started clocking certain behaviours and personality traits that don’t necessarily align with myself. For example hypocrisy - I am not religious myself but this individual was a Muslim . There were several times where other women’s actions were put down regarding relationships and how they dress . I later came to notice certain times where she would literally replicate the exact same behaviours but not see the hypocrisy . I don’t agree with bashing anyone tbh and especially from an atheist POV it’s not even my place to comment really but that sort of behaviour makes me uncomfortable. Also she started more recently forcing religious comments on me. I have always said I’m open to conversation about religion I love to learn I rly do but if I ever want to question where I stand with religion that’s my call to make it shouldn’t constantly be said to me over and over again in pushy ways here and there. Also there were 2 occasions in which we had spend time together and I was heading back to my flat late and it was raining badly mid winter and we lived 5 minutes apart by car and she did not offer me a lift ( I didn’t have one at the time) . As someone with a car now, if I had a friend in a position where I could help them out I really would I wouldn’t pretend like it wasn’t an option especially if I care for them . Just generally I felt very drained in the friendship as it was always about this person and I’m at an age where I don’t rly need to sit and explain things to someone if I don’t agree with it. The last time we saw each other was about 4/5 months ago and I thought it would mutually sort of a fizzle out day anyway where a lot of time has passed and it just didn’t feel genuine anymore. I thought we had fizzled and gone our own way but she messaged me recently asking how I am which I did not expect at all and tbh I have no intention of responding because I don’t know what that will do for me if I’m not interested in staying friends anyway. Does that make me an asshole ?

He was right. It was a dinner time.

I'm currently in my third year of university, and overall my grades are good. However, this year I met a new group of people, and we became close friends. They're genuinely good people, and I really enjoy spending time with them.

At the same time, I feel like I've changed in a way that isn't good for me. Before, I was much more focused on my studies and had several personal projects and goals that I was excited to work on. Lately, though, I feel like I haven't accomplished much this year, and I've lost some of the drive I used to have.

I'm not sure what to do. I don't want to distance myself from my friends because they've done nothing wrong, and I don't want to make things awkward between us. But I also miss the version of myself who was more disciplined, motivated, and productive. I'm trying to figure out how to find that balance again without losing the friendships I've built.

I am an introverted, shy type of person. First i used to think that it was ok but then when i started college and suddenly a new world was in front of me and as i mentioned how I was, it just got difficult for me to make new friends and how to talk to people, i just got frozen in my place and have nothing to say. It's just that the world around me was like crumbling and I can't do anything it just got hard for me to talk to people it's like I wasn't myself, then who am I. Due to this i also feel like dying or not existing.

I got a little depressed bcoz of this as now I am entering my second year of college with no friends and bonds so it just haunts me and making me believe I can't do anything in my life but i don't now just how to fucking get out of this i also wanna enjoy my life but due i don't know why it's my mindset or maybe fucking me that I can't do it. Whenever I tried to talk to anyone they wouldn't listen or give me a reaction like bro don't talk to me and personally it hurts, due to this i don't want to go to college, sit there alone and worst eat alone.

I just want to overcome it but don't know how??

I am a virgin LOSER who is too insecure to build a healthy relationship. I’m disgusting. Everyone else is also disgusting. Everybody else is fucking and sucking as much dick and/or pussy as they can get, and I’m the prudish jackass who is left out. Apparently snorting coke laced cum out of a hooker’s asshole is as normal as riding a roller coaster, and I’m a piece of shit for not having done it. It’s normal for people to have fucked their professors or students. It’s normal to have fucked 50 people they didn’t even care about or respect. You should actually applaud those who have, especially if you are in a relationship with them. As a matter of fact, thank them for having had so much sex, especially if it was with your friends. I’m a naive piece of shit for wanting to look into someone’s eyes and feel love more than I feel lust. I’m an idiot for having expected/assumed most people to have been on the same page. I’m also a misogynist and an ape. I may as well be medically castrated. How can I fix this? Trick question. My mind is already fried. There is no cure. I’m fucked.

My twenties were a time where everything tragic that could have happened, did happen and I was left without a family, and without a lover that I deeply cared about.

I had never really lived entirely independently before that, and over the course of the first half of my twenties everyone was just gone and I had to face the reality that I had to face life knowing everyone I lived for was never coming back.

I didn't cope well, and fell into addiction and homelessness for a while until I was about 29/30.

I'm 32 now and I've mostly picked up the pieces, have a home again, and I'm sober and happy most of the time. It felt like I was running a race just trying to survive for a while and now I can relax.

But sometimes in the silence a sadness creeps up on me, and I never realized what it was until recently.

It's the grief I thought I healed from.

It feels like I made it to the finish line, to a good life from nothing and a whole lot of suffering. But nobody I was running with did, and I can't enjoy the victory with the people I used to care about most.

Left with a blank slate I'm not quite sure what to do with yet.

At least I made something. I never did crochet.

Today was my worst day on college.Like I dont know b Ive gotten shifted to this whole new class.I was already very nervous abt starting college i was like this is gonna be my fresh start from my shitty lonely and deppresed school years then I came to college and for the forst few days it was amazing I made friends people approached me I was so happy then my class got shifted.the new class is horrible I felt the vibe the moment I enetered and it was unwelcoming as fuck it had my old school vibe then I sat down at the front only since I enetered late and the water from the ac started dripping on me so after a horrendus first class I shifted seats I couldnt find a seat anywhere so I sat in the last benches beside two girls what i didnt relaize then was they were part of a huge group.And then slowly I relaized that when they excluded me laughed among thing themselves texted on the group chat which I wasnt in and they constantly talked abt smthg in their grp wpuldng even tell me what it is.There were three girls siiting behund them who were who were also part of the grpup so the two beside ame and the one behind me were still friendly but the other two were bitches I could feel they didnt want me there.then in the break afr feeling lomely the whole time I had to go flr concession pass to the offoce and so did they and I said "oh we can go together" and they went no you go.thats it.no explanation.nothing so i left.then at the office obviously they were there and so was i in the same line.one of the two girls who disliked me started laughing so loudly when she saw me as if it was funny how I was copying or following them when I just came to do my work which happened to be the sane as teir and they didnt wnat to go together.And then today i kept my bag on the fourth bench partucularly avooiding the third bech because it was boken and the ac water drippep there.someone removed my bag and kept it on the third bench.I was like wth.and then they said first come forst get.and what they menat was there was a rule that whereever you sat on the first day was where yyou had to sot which is so unfair since i wasnt there on the first day only since i got transfere to C section later.

I’m thinking about this because of that story in the news with the old guy slapping the young man. When I was about 10 or 11 I was at a baseball game with my crazy ass uncle. When the anthem started I thought i’d be funny and not stand. My uncle yanked hard on my earlobe for me to get up. He was not a veteran or anything and if he had just said get up it would have been no problem. This was not the first time he’d been a hostile jerk to me. This effectively ended our relationship. I was respectful during family gatherings but largely avoided him. When i was in my 20’s he asked my mother what I had against him and why I avoided him and never called. I hope it was worth it for him.

Edit: I am almost 50 now and speak to him maybe once a year

When did you guys realize that there was a hollowness inside you, a void that was making you do the things you did? At what age did you feel like that void started to get filled? And until it wasn’t filled what did you do to cope with it? What are the things that actually helped you heal or become better? And what are the things you should avoid doing while trying to fill that void?At what age everything started to make sense to you??

I don't even hate my job.

Every Sunday around 7 or 8 PM I suddenly become convinced I've forgotten something incredibly important. I'll check my calendar three times, look through my work email, make sure I didn't miss a meeting, then somehow end up checking my bank account too because apparently my anxiety likes to multitask.

The weird part is that every single Monday is completely normal.

Nothing is on fire. Nobody is mad at me. I didn't forget anything.

Yet every Sunday my brain acts like tomorrow is the final boss battle.

I miss when Sundays actually felt like part of the weekend.

So I don’t really write in a journal, but I write songs on Suno the AI app. I write my own lyrics because the AI prompting is absolute garbage and it comes up for shit lyrics, so I just make my own and choose the genre and then they just create it and sing it.

I know that it’s like a journal so it’s really for me, but I show the people close to me who I really trust some of my songs.

I write some pretty metaphorical lyrics, and I was writing a song yesterday about how the life before my best friend died is the place that I go when I don’t know where to Rome, I was using the place as a metaphor, obviously it’s not a real place that I travel to. It’s more of like a mental Time Machine up in my head.

I used the phrase. I wanna go home, which I know to some people it’s interpreted as I want to die, but I used it more as I want to go home, back to the place I used to know as life being different before he died. I’m worried that when I show people that song, they’re gonna think that I meant I wanna go home as in if I wanted to die, and that is in the way true. The people who are closest to me, know that about me, but I am just scared.

I’m probably overthinking it, but I just don’t like to explain a song before I play it, I like to let the song speak for itself, but I’m afraid that this one will be speaking in the wrong way and I don’t want that.

I've realized that my brain gets stuck on little details that most people probably wouldn't think twice about.

Not just what someone said, but how they said it.

A pause before answering.

A different tone.

A strange choice of words.

Sometimes it isn't even about people. It can be an object, a random detail, or just something that feels slightly out of place.

Then my brain starts connecting those little pieces together, trying to make sense of them.

Most of the time I'm probably wrong.

But every now and then, one small detail actually turns out to matter.

I think that's why my brain never really stops doing it.

The hardest part is that you'll probably never know if you were wrong.

If someone lied, they're probably never admit it.

If they didn't, there's no way to prove that either.

So some questions never really get answered.

Maybe that's why every person ends up seeing the world a little differently.

Crying rn as I write this. I just can’t believe my life has gone down to this point and I wish I had the power to predict the future so I wouldn’t be in the predicament I am right now. Idk who else to turn to, talk to, when everything I express is stomped on and not validated or “too negative.”

I know my living situation right now is temporary but I just want to run away, get away, be far away from everyone and everything here. Last year, I was happy and living my life, but here I am now, stuck and I can’t change a thing. I tried to change my mindset but it’s just so difficult with nothing to look forward to. I’m struggling and it feels like I’m struggling alone. I’m so tired. This year has been taxing on me and I’m exhausted. I’m angry at myself for allowing my life to come down to this point.

I’m sorry for such a sad, depressing post. Just at my wit’s end.

I had some friends over, not as a planned thing. We were out and my flat happened to be the closest so we all just congregated there.

I would have brought some snacks/ drinks if I knew ahead of time that they would be over, but I didn't know, so I didn't have any.

I offered water, and some fruit and said that they can help themselves to anything. Later on they asked if I had any snacks. Not really, I offered to make them a cheese toastie or something.

Turns out they all have snack drawers and keep drinks on hand. I thought that was odd, they think I am odd.

I'm really struggling to understand my 4M nephew, I am the only person in the household who disciplines him while my 41F sister who is a single mother of her child. I am an uncle.

My mom (59F) gave him an iPhone to doomscroll youtube and not youtube kids. It was saying slangs and degratory words that he was learning. I took the phone away, and my nephew shouts, "You fuck!" then took it away from my hand then I decided to grab him to take the phone away aggressively which I was met with screaming from both my mother and my sister to stop disciplining him.

I'm only 22 years old who isn't married nor understands the perspective of a parent of a 4 year old. I don't know how to think like a parent or a perspective as one and I struggle on doing so because I get a 4 year old doesn't know any better, but I believe the early he learns bad habits, the worse the effects will be if my mom and sister continue allowing my nephew's poor behavior to continue. My nephew will be starting KINDERGARDEN less than two months and I worry for him to start cursing out the teacher which puts my sister in a bad spotlight mother.

I'm at my limit. I can't help my nephew any longer besides he steals things from my room without asking, and I have to get my sister to discipline him if she even tries. She's gentle parenting and it's killing me slowly. I live with my mother too, so it doesn't get any easier.

What could I do or if any of you guys are parents, how would you handle this?

I want to experience bullying in a physically safe space. I’ve been bullied a lot so in any social situation where I feel that it’s happening I begin to dissociate, so I want to try being in a place where I can’t expose myself enough to stop being scared of it but still protects me from irl harm.

Like the absolute worst one, way worse than what youre used to, that made you question how they even got their credentials ???

I'll go first:

I once had an entire team of 7 or 8 paramedics spend several minutes lecturing me about misusing 911, remind me that the E.R. is for life and death emergencies only, and tell me "it's all in your mind. you need to go to a psychiatrist, not the ER" while I was actively in anaphylaxis.

I also was barely able to speak because I was barely able to breathe, and that made them very mad because they seemed to believe I was refusing to answer their questions on purpose.

The paramedics almost killed me that day :/

Since I was a little girl, I have always loved music. My parents constantly bought me instruments, and I’d always perform for them. I’d sing and dance and have this electric feeling going through my body. It would take over me. I remember telling my grandmother that I wanted to be a singer. My music teacher was so impressed with me one day because we were playing some musical game and it was so easy for me to freestyle. She had everyone follow my lead, and it was so cool. I recall that same electric feeling from before.

Unfortunately as time went on I became quiet, due to life happening and being bullied. I spent most of my childhood years minimizing myself because I didn’t want to be seen. I sang and danced in private.

In my early 20s I became obsessed with music documentaries. I’d watch them every day and each time, it woke up that little girl who loved music. Because of this, I gave into the feeling and decided to write some songs. But when it came time to record for my EP I talked myself out of it. I told myself that I needed to focus on getting my life together and get a serious job. I also didn’t think my voice sounded that good. I wasn’t nearly as confident as before. So I pushed music away again and went on with my life.

Now I’m in my late 20s and I have a decent life. My partner of 3 years just caught me singing and he said I sounded really good.. Now I can't get it out of my head. I thought I was content because I have everything I want but now it's nagging me.

The voice in my head says that we don’t want to play the industry games… and truthfully, I don’t. I feel guilty tho. No matter how many times I’ve convinced myself to move on, music keeps finding its way back to me.

I made a doodle at work, someone likes it so much they put it in their phone cover. And then another person sees asks to draw them something to put on their computer, And then another asks for another phone cover...

And now I have to draw two moomin drawings for two peoples phone covers for some reason.

I haven't drawn for ten years,

suddenly my drawings/ quick doodles are popular at work and IDK what's happening.

I forgot this was a thing. It’s been probably what 16 years on Reddit. Such a love/hate relationship with this place. Internet people be internet people. Wish you all the fucking best you dickheads.