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  • Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic:

    Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace.
    Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use.
    AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me.
    So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines.
    I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted).
    And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider.

    I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone.
    Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself.
    I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should.

    The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there.
    And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world.
    How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?
    Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic: Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace. Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use. AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me. So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines. I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted). And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider. I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone. Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself. I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should. The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there. And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world. How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?
    Goth Vibes
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  • The enemies of our people will not keep us from celebrating our faith. They murder us, condemn us, and go out of their way to marginalize us. We will stand strong, up against an evil older than antiquity. Even with the tragedy and saddened heart, we will continue with our holiday spirit. Shalom aleichem.

    https://www.jpost.com/diaspora/article-880251
    The enemies of our people will not keep us from celebrating our faith. They murder us, condemn us, and go out of their way to marginalize us. We will stand strong, up against an evil older than antiquity. Even with the tragedy and saddened heart, we will continue with our holiday spirit. Shalom aleichem. https://www.jpost.com/diaspora/article-880251
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    Eleven murdered in Bondi Beach, Australia Hanukkah shooting | The Jerusalem Post
    Several more were wounded in the mass shooting targeting a Hanukkah celebration, including an Israeli, the Foreign Ministry added.
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  • #geomagnetic #storm #Sun #Sol #disturbance #satellite #NOAA
    https://www.swpc.noaa.gov/news/g3-strong-geomagnetic-storming-continues-g4-severe-still-expected
    #geomagnetic #storm #Sun #Sol #disturbance #satellite #NOAA https://www.swpc.noaa.gov/news/g3-strong-geomagnetic-storming-continues-g4-severe-still-expected
    Dark Love
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  • Even the worst Taliban or Isis terrorist has a more pure mind than these Psychiatric doctors. & MY Loathing & Hate is definately the strongest & most Just - I AM RIGHT PERIOD
    Even the worst Taliban or Isis terrorist has a more pure mind than these Psychiatric doctors. & MY Loathing & Hate is definately the strongest & most Just - I AM RIGHT PERIOD
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  • It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

    What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

    I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

    Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.
    It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force. What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.' I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?' Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.
    Goth Vibes
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  • #youth #MentalHealth #MentalHealthMatters #MentalWellness #unhappiness #global
    https://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0327858

    Whoever is out there, you are NOT alone. Stay strong by doing stuff YOU REALLY LOVE ignoring what the others tell you. YOU live YOUR OWN LIFE, not the others...
    #youth #MentalHealth #MentalHealthMatters #MentalWellness #unhappiness #global https://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0327858 Whoever is out there, you are NOT alone. Stay strong by doing stuff YOU REALLY LOVE ignoring what the others tell you. YOU live YOUR OWN LIFE, not the others...
    JOURNALS.PLOS.ORG
    The declining mental health of the young and the global disappearance of the unhappiness hump shape in age
    Across many studies subjective well-being has followed a U-shape in age, declining until people reach middle-age, only to rebound subsequently. Ill-being has followed a mirror-imaged hump-shape. Using graphical and regression analyses of repeat cross-sectional micro-data from the United States and the United Kingdom, we show this empirical regularity has been replaced by a monotonic decrease in ill-being by age. The reason for the change is the deterioration in young people’s mental health both absolutely and relative to older people. Pooling Global Minds data across 44 countries, including the United States and the United Kingdom, over the period 2020–2025 we confirm that ill-being is no longer hump-shaped in age but now decreases in age. JEL Codes: I31; I38
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  • I left my partner speechless last night I bought them a ball gag! That gave me a few a hour peace untill they got out of the binds. I need stronger rope!
    I left my partner speechless last night I bought them a ball gag! That gave me a few a hour peace untill they got out of the binds. I need stronger rope!
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  • Mushrooms are so small & Yellow but o so strong to Strong... They are not honest
    Mushrooms are so small & Yellow but o so strong to Strong... They are not honest
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  • Systembolaget tomorrow atleast Three big Strong ones.
    Systembolaget tomorrow atleast Three big Strong ones.
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  • Embrace the Storm
    I wrote a poem, which will become a future song, about my 15year partner PJ

    Embrace the Storm
    by XZanthia
    He doesn’t flinch when the lightning hits.
    He never asked me to dim.
    He just stood still
    while the sky cracked open
    and smiled
    like it was beautiful.
    He saw the fire in my chest
    and didn’t reach for water.
    He knew
    I wasn’t dangerous
    I was divine.
    He don’t compete, he completes
    He don’t crumble when the current heats
    While boys bail out, he’s building rafts
    While others fear, he laughs at collapse
    I shook the room, he didn’t blink
    I roared in rage, he made me think
    He knows how to hold
    without holding me back
    and that’s how you carry
    a queen’s heart intact
    To walk beside a powerful woman
    you don’t need chains
    you need courage
    Not armor, but honor
    Not silence,
    but space
    He never caged the lioness
    He never named me “too much”
    He simply looked
    and let me be
    until I let him
    see everything
    Powerful presence, patient, precise
    Protecting peace without a price
    Fire-fed, focused, feeling full
    He’s not afraid, I’m never dull
    He’s got thunder in his spine
    Steel in his silence
    Grace in his gaze
    and no trace of violence
    HE NEVER RAN FROM MY RAGE!
    HE NEVER NEEDED ME SMALL!
    HE HELD MY CHAOS IN HIS HANDS
    AND NEVER DROPPED ME
    AT ALL!
    Other men feared me
    He faced me
    Other men chased me
    He stayed
    When I shattered, he sharpened me
    When I wept, he witnessed me
    He didn’t want to fix the fire
    He wanted to feel it with me
    And maybe you think
    this song’s about you…
    Maybe you wish it could be
    But only a rare one
    gets written into fire like this.
    Real ones rise when her voice shakes the walls
    Real ones don’t shrink when the goddess calls
    If she’s the storm, he’s the ground beneath
    Still. Sure. Strong in belief.
    This ain’t fiction, it’s a fact
    You want a queen? Learn how to act
    Not to conquer, not to own
    But to honor her
    like a throne
    HE NEVER ASKED ME TO SHUT UP!
    NEVER ASKED ME TO SHRINK!
    HE TOOK MY FIRE
    AND FED IT!!
    I am the flame
    And he holds me
    I am the howl
    And he hears me
    I am the storm
    But he never tried to stop the rain
    He just stood
    With open hands
    And loves me
    without fear.
    Embrace the Storm I wrote a poem, which will become a future song, about my 15year partner PJ ♥️⬇️♥️ Embrace the Storm by XZanthia He doesn’t flinch when the lightning hits. He never asked me to dim. He just stood still while the sky cracked open and smiled like it was beautiful. He saw the fire in my chest and didn’t reach for water. He knew I wasn’t dangerous I was divine. He don’t compete, he completes He don’t crumble when the current heats While boys bail out, he’s building rafts While others fear, he laughs at collapse I shook the room, he didn’t blink I roared in rage, he made me think He knows how to hold without holding me back and that’s how you carry a queen’s heart intact To walk beside a powerful woman you don’t need chains you need courage Not armor, but honor Not silence, but space He never caged the lioness He never named me “too much” He simply looked and let me be until I let him see everything Powerful presence, patient, precise Protecting peace without a price Fire-fed, focused, feeling full He’s not afraid, I’m never dull He’s got thunder in his spine Steel in his silence Grace in his gaze and no trace of violence HE NEVER RAN FROM MY RAGE! HE NEVER NEEDED ME SMALL! HE HELD MY CHAOS IN HIS HANDS AND NEVER DROPPED ME AT ALL! Other men feared me He faced me Other men chased me He stayed When I shattered, he sharpened me When I wept, he witnessed me He didn’t want to fix the fire He wanted to feel it with me And maybe you think this song’s about you… Maybe you wish it could be But only a rare one gets written into fire like this. Real ones rise when her voice shakes the walls Real ones don’t shrink when the goddess calls If she’s the storm, he’s the ground beneath Still. Sure. Strong in belief. This ain’t fiction, it’s a fact You want a queen? Learn how to act Not to conquer, not to own But to honor her like a throne HE NEVER ASKED ME TO SHUT UP! NEVER ASKED ME TO SHRINK! HE TOOK MY FIRE AND FED IT!! I am the flame And he holds me I am the howl And he hears me I am the storm But he never tried to stop the rain He just stood With open hands And loves me without fear.
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