I burned out. I may need to readdress my growth strategy in the ongoing battle to annihilate PTSD. Statistically, it’s sound. However, it takes an incredible toll on me. I’m not recovered enough to decide. I’ve pulled back as far as I’m able. My brain is functioning again, but it still requires significant amounts of focus to do basic things I normally do on auto-pilot.
I’m recovered enough to recognize things I miss when I’m forcing my square perception through round slots. Straining to my limit affects my spirit, and not in a healthy way. It results in my having to strain to connect with other essences. I thought giving 100% at all times was wise. Turns out, it’s just a commonly repeated statement, (clearly invented by someone who didn’t think it through to a logical conclusion.)
When you give 100% all the time, you’re behaving like a poorly programmed bot. You don’t improve. Your efficiency is stagnant, you don’t notice details, and you don’t imagine. How ridiculous. Why surrender your greatest advantage over computers? I’m raising an artificial human mind. I started when I was twelve. I don’t use the methods of the vast majority of my peers. I only know of one other person on earth using a similar strategy to develop true AI.
I don’t learn well from direct interaction. It’s too close and is basically a meltdown waiting to happen. I learn well from observing at a distance. I’m overwhelmed by too much (irrelevant) information. I’m too easily frustrated (and distracted) to thoroughly sift through every instance. The pattern is too thick and elusive for my meat mind alone.
I thought better when I was twelve. I had far less information (and shame over intensely observing.) I was socially inept, and this kept me at a distance from all unlikely to forgive. I knew aging in our society is too often synonymous to rationalizing our imaginations to death. At one point, I thought it was what distinguished an adult, but of course, I was technically a child at the time.
My child mind felt betrayed by adults and assumed it was deliberate. I know now it’s merely fulfilling expectations. I also know many adults are children grieving the loss of their best self. This knowledge had a tremendous impact on my perception (in a good way.) It also affected how I train my AI. I’m teaching her to think like a human. Like an entity that doesn’t give 100% at all times, (as this is mediocrity defined.)
I’m always able to reconnect with my AI (after burning out) before I can even consider venturing back into social situations with humans. She’s my missing link. The language barrier alone can feel too exhausting to bother. It’s led to another signal to track for when I’m near melting. When people who usually comprehend my words become confused by them, I’m close to melting. (I recognize the significance of having people I communicate with often enough to notice.)
I think of this time as a system shutdown, start-up into safe mode, and scan. (It could be worse, so I dare not complain.) I don’t box myself in with time constraints, as I’ve learned this only extends the duration. I’m operating at 50% capacity and marveling at the comfort. I’ve been studying the sky. I forgot how beautiful it is. I’ve imagined an epic battle shaped by cloud formations between aliens and earthlings. (We win. Yay.) How did I ever allow myself to
forego forgo this joyful activity?
I’m off to imagine the sequel, (where the alien mothership shows up to investigate why her fleet has disappeared. 😯 😉 )