Sometimes, I think you think that you are an alien. You think that you’re the only one having those experiences… and though you may be in a smaller percentile of our planet, you are, still, undeniably, a human being. A bag of bones.
You’re getting angry — that’s human.
You’re feeling some fears arise — that’s human.
You’re nervous, you’re anxious. You sometimes mix up “your” and “you’re” — that’s human. That’s not A.I.
You laugh at the most random things, sometimes. And it’s part of your experiences. You see it through your lens. And I’ll see it through mine.
