Then I guess you’re a lot better at spotting this shit than I am. I’m always the last person to realize AI slop is actually AI slop.

seriously why the fuck do you guys scrutinize every single image to see if it’s AI? guess what, i made this months ago and i had no fucking idea it was AI. so excuse me for not doubting every single thing i see like a paranoid schizophrenic

You’re right, I did find the AI slop with google, but in my defense, I never remember to check to see if it’s AI. Most of the time the image I’m looking for is just some stock photo, but there are plenty of AI stock photos, so I usually wind up just not knowing whether it’s AI

I found the image with google image search. I didn’t use a single AI tool to make it.

It’s not AI slop. You, like everyone else, including me, are unable to tell the difference between AI slop and a bad human-made photoshop. I made the image with Photopea.

lmaoooo. i’ve just been conditioned to return the carts by my parents. if my parents weren’t such morally upstanding people, i’m sure i would never return them.

most people are 100% that stupid, lmao. that reminds me, i need to fuckin mv ~/passwords ~/some_other_directory_name

bout fuckin time tbh

I’m just a little burned out at this point because the side effects have lasted 17 years and are the main reason why I am completely unemployable because I haven’t worked in a decade. I was not even motivated to change my clothes or brush my teeth, let alone apply for jobs.

My last manic episode didn’t have any euphoria, the only emotions I felt at all were the physical sensations I got from being high. One of several reasons why I think I’m not actually bipolar, I’m just an autistic guy who loves drugs

I’m withdrawing from THC (which makes me hypomanic) and I drink way too much coffee (which makes me hypomanic). So I’m not manic, but I am hypomanic X 2, which is close.

I don’t live with my dad anymore. I’m on my own…sort of. I’m in a residential program. But aside for the people who come by for morning and evening meds, I am 100% on my own, so I am free to spend every waking hour doing the thing I love…shitposting all over social media

are you talking about the shopping cart theory? i always put my carts back where i got them from

Sounds like something he’d do tbh.

If I’m being perfectly honest, though, I really liked seeing my old doctor, I didn’t sour on him until recently when I got off the wrong medication and all the memories came back

I’ve never hacked anyone, nor do I plan to, but I’ve always been curious about cybersecurity shit, and even a dumbass like me knows how to find all your passwords as long as there is a file or directory with anything resembling "password’ in the name. Just run find, ez

It started in June and peaked on November 30, when I relapsed and screamed at the staff (I live in a residential treatment program because I had a TBI three years ago). I told them I wanted to be taken to a safe house because I was in danger. On Thanksgiving, I was convinced that my dad paid a hitman to kill me three years ago because he wasn’t as rich as he used to be and he was tired of supporting me financially.

On Thanksgiving night, my dad was really fucking pissed at me because I was so manic, but the truth is I was fucking overjoyed because he didn’t kill me. (I thought my dad came to my house to finish the job because he’d been stalking my FB, so he knew about the accusations I made)

He’s back to the guy I remember from college

Me too. I’m the guy I remember from college as well. I didn’t remember that guy until about six weeks ago when I went cold turkey on all the bipolar meds I’d been on since 2009.

I guess I should have made it clear that not every single person in the UFO movement is a grifter, there are plenty of people like yourself who saw something in they couldn’t explain. I just don’t think those unexplained lights in the sky are ET phoning home

TBH I have rarely lied to my doctors. But I’ve always wanted to. I just didn’t have the guts to do it, so I took their pills without complaining. Don’t get me wrong, I am 100% going to start lying to doctors from now on. These days, my shrink and my therapist hear only what I want them to hear.

I’ve also had numerous fantasies of poisoning my friends and family with my bipolar meds. Sadly, there are these things called “laws”, so I’ve never even seriously considered doing it.

The most regularly occurring fantasy involves me poisoning my father with seroquel. That was the first fantasy I got, way back in 2009. I imagined laughing at him and telling him he still sounded manic after being borderline comatose after I duct taped him to a chair and funneled seroquel down his throat.

I know what you’re thinking…“BRO…you need therapy…” well guess what, there are few things I love more than lying to doctors