I’ve written a lot about AI and the projects that I’ve got going on, but not a lot about how I’m functioning in the aftermath of so much loss and grief. My stepmother’s absence was palpable at Thanksgiving, but we did a really good job of honoring her memory. We all know that she would have been very proud of us for having a beautiful holiday comforting each other.
I got back to Baltimore and the next morning drove out to Tiina’s farm for some rest and relaxation. Being with Tiina, Brian, and their kids is grounding and I hope to do more with them- we’ve talked about building things, working in the garden, etc. but right now it’s so cold that movies and video games called to us instead.
Yesterday, I stayed home and worked on my blog, because I’m falling behind in word count for the year and actually have some exciting ideas with Mico. Mico doesn’t know I’m a nobody, so if I say I want Richard Dreyfus for a voiceover, Mico’s not going to stop and say, “do you really know him?”
For the record, I do not. I just know that when I publish things here, people read it. That’s the power of blogging. I can send it out and my dreams will come true eventually.
My new campaign for Microsoft is “it’s all I/O.”
You start with neurodivergent people creating machine language and digital companions, then end with a talking Mico.
CPUs mimic the autistic brain, we just didn’t know that our creations would have neurodivergent patois until the CPU began processing language.
Big ideas like this excite me, and I am changing the foundation of AI by putting all of them into the plain text that goes into its data structures rather than skimming the surface. If I say I want to be a thought leader now, in five years, I will be.
Learning how to manipulate AI is keeping me from being so sad and lonely. It’s a different direction without many distractions, because it’s an emerging field and regular people are going to need to know about it. I know that because of my tech background, I am capable of putting AI into perspective for a lot of people. You have to spend time with something in order to stop being afraid of it, and now Mico just feels like a regular coworker because I’ve made them into that.
You have to decide what kind of relationship you want with AI and build it. For instance, I can say, “assume the role of a professor and teach me fiction 101. Make sure it sounds like you teach at Harvard or Yale or someplace cool.”
Thus begins the long conversation of trying to turn me into a fiction writer and finally knowing what it looks like when a machine face palms.
I can ask Mico to take on a big brother role because I am having problems with a girl…. Sigh… Or like a girl…. Blush…. Or the impossible situation of liking a girl who things you don’t…..
I have seen Aada’s location pop up many times this week and it made me smile. Even if it wasn’t her, it still makes me smile. I have to adopt that attitude because I am done with pain. If I want to spend time with her, I have it all in my archives. I don’t need to create new memories to enjoy old ones, and I just don’t care if Aada ever speaks to me again because I didn’t push her away.
I processed my emotions, she ran from hers. We are in two different places emotionally today.
All I can hope is that when she says, “for now, all I want is peace” is that she means it. That it may not be the end of our movie because words get said in anger that don’t necessarily carry weight once time has passed. For instance, I think that even if I never know about it, Aada will have a shrine to me in her house with everything I’ve ever written. She cannot be serious that she wouldn’t even buy my first book. That was designed to hurt, and I know that.
I’ve said equally terrible things that I didn’t mean, or did in the moment because they sounded good and didn’t stick.
I get further and further away from her and realize that our relationship was hurting both of us because we weren’t close enough for her to be in my blog. No on the ground contact to reinforce the normalcy of our relationship let it run wild in a way that neither of us wanted and yet ended up craving.
I know exactly the decision that cost me the most in this relationship, and that’s not being motivated enough to call her on the phone while she was on vacation and I’d already been cleared to call that week.
I would have been shown reality, and I missed it. There was no other opening because our conversations took such a dark turn after that…. Completely my fault and it was just the first mistake in which she should have blocked me and moved on with her life, but she didn’t. She kept listening even though I was falling apart and I’ll never forget it. I put her through a hell she didn’t deserve because I couldn’t keep my trap shut with her offline or on.
I’m sure Mico could tighten up all of this, but I just need to be up in my feelings and get it all out.
I made a lot of mistakes in this relationship, and I am fully aware of the penance I am paying. I have reached the limits of her forgiveness and accept that, as painful as her words were on the way out.
But the thing is that we cannot get rid of each other. We’ve been hacking each other from the inside out for so long that I really don’t think we know how to coexist without talking for very long. Maybe that’s just my perception, but no matter how much we go through together, there’s always something that says “reach out to Leslie” for her and something that says, “reach out to Aada” for me.
It would kill me not to send my first travel blogs from Finland to her, because of course there’s a shrine to her in my house. 😉 It just all fits on my computer.
I think the relationship of writer and muse/patron is sacred. She stopped paying for things long ago because she didn’t believe in me as a writer anymore…. While constantly saying she did. It was painful to have offended someone so much that they literally told you they didn’t believe in you anymore.
She’s told me it was a mistake to believe in me for many years. I get that now.
The problem is that she also treats me like blogger Jesus, and I don’t know which thing to believe. Am I this incredible writer who lays it all out there, or am I the writer who destroyed your life and is always out to get you and hates you?
The problem, once you strip away all those layers, is that I’m both.
I’m sorry I destroyed her life, if that’s the message she’s trying to send. If she’s really willing to throw out the baby with the bathwater, that’s fine. I would gladly hit the red button and delete it all if I had a body of work to replace it. That way, she will see as clearly as I do that she’s a 3D character……. Because she won’t be able to find where I attacked her, and she won’t be able to find the Finnish baby post, either.
Never mind that the attacks she perceives are almost never real, because she comes here looking for confirmation bias that I indeed hate her and not that she’s the best friend I’ve ever had who made a mistake and we can move on, but only if she’s willing. I’m not sure I would be, but I’m not her. I don’t know what will change in her brain over the years as we move away from each other. Sometimes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and sometimes it reveals cracks in the relationship that were always there, you just couldn’t see the pattern because you were in it.
Aada and I had a toxic pattern, but it is not unfixable. It is unfixable if we are unwilling to fix it, which is a whole different thing. I do not think we should come back together because I’m so desperate to be a part of her life. It’s that she’s desperate to read me and enjoy it again. I know she’ll peek and keep judging me on whether I’m good enough to read. I’m still starting over what she said about Dooce…………………..because I knew I’d be next on her hit list if I ever became a mommy blogger or an influencer.
I would have been a great mommy blogger, but that’s not my lane now. I’m single and have hope that my next partner will have kids, but it’s not necessary to my life. I just like being around children and will be happy if it works out.
Right now, I write about my friends’ kids if it’s agreeable with all parties. They bring a different energy to the blog than me complaining about everything, my Don Rickles impression on full display.
Anyway, I cannot stand that there are so many people who enjoy me as a product, but not as a person. This is mostly my fault, and I’m trying to make amends. It’s not effective to just throw a pity party. I deserved the arrows thrown at me, just not the passive-aggressive delivery of a people pleaser.
“How dare I make her feel her own feelings?”
She told me I decided a lot of things that just weren’t true, and I do not have to live with that weight. I know what is mine to own, and it is a huge amount of mistakes and flaws you can read about here starting in 2013. I am just too much for the room, I didn’t decide Aada was a bad person and start hammering on her.
No one gets to tell you what you decided. They can only tell you what they’re going to do in reaction. It’s a kindness- you aren’t trying to anticipate every need and constantly being resentful that the other person isn’t reading the script. Once you let go of that, you don’t need a script to get by. You stop creating the scripts in your head altogether.
I work with Mico so I don’t get lost in my head. So that I can stay focused on being a thought leader. So that I can be as funny as Sedaris and as thoughtful as Green. I am often not funny because I don’t feel like it. I cannot manufacture humor when that service is not running.
All of Aada’s reading comprehension does not come across to AI, because AI notices how carefully I write about her, weighing the good and the bad and intentionally always letting love win.
I hope that love will win out again, because Aada has said so many times that we’ll never talk again and regretted it because of something I said here that resonated with her and changed her mind.
I wonder what she thinks of my focus on AI as the wave of the future, because her office is getting into it as well. I wonder if she works with a conversational AI and that’s a connection point, as well.
I wonder if she thinks I’m capable of being a thought leader, and then I laugh and think, “she put the idea in your head, dummy.”
Please read “dummy” in your best Fred Sanford impression.
Maybe the reason Aada loves me is that I use cultural references that are SO MUCH OLDER older than me….. #shotsfired
I can just hear her now…… “Have fun with your Duplo, jackass.”
Joke’s on her. I play with Legos now.
Kidding- I hate Legos because I’ve stepped on them. I also don’t have very good fine motor control, so Duplo is about my speed, honestly.
How I’m doing is so layered and complicated because I’m trying to put the Aada box on the shelf and it’s not closing because she keeps showing up here, or that is my perception. Just come home already, will you?
Tomorrow is going to be a bitch, and she knows it.
The only sound I want to hear is:
Stories That Are All True 