
I get pretty tired of seeing shiny, happy depictions of life through the media. All the interesting grit of experience smoothed away to present a “perfect” view of a “perfect” life. The curated version of whatever, made to make you feel just a little uncomfortable and possibly unhappy with your own life circumstance. Just enough to lure you into buying whatever it is that is for sale.
And it’s not just ads.
I mean, I could run this short essay through an AI editor. The ultimate fine sanding on a mostly completed work. It would likely appeal to a greater audience by way of mainstreaming the content. Because isn’t that what AI is? A mainstreaming tool? Taking information and morphing it into an average. An average of all of the information available on the World Wide Web?
Average. No highs or lows. In fact, skewing results by NOT acknowledging, and certainly NOT embracing, the edges of the bell curve.
Well, I won’t be doing that. Ever. My writing is me. Every grammatical error, every bias, every run-on sentence. Or non-sentence.
What you will always read here is mine. And, with that, I will always try to bring my true self forward.
It may not be pleasing. It may very well be on the low end of the bell curve.
In truth, that’s what I’m shooting for.
The edge.

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