That intense feeling of betrayal when you realize she's laughing at your jokes not because she appreciates your humor, but because she's sexually attracted to you.
PSA: when you wake up, reach for your phone immediately. Do NOT scroll Instagram reels. Send a good morning message. Not to your girlfriend, to Claude.
That way, you can start the clock for your 5 hour Claude Code usage limit while you freshen up and head to the office. At noon, the 5 hour window would have passed and the usage limit would reset. Then you can generate more shareholder value.
Go all in. Because half in is actually all out. Even 90% gets you nowhere. There’s magic in that last little bit. New levels unlocked. Simply because so few have the courage to go there.
tried implementing PagedAttention from scratch today. made claude build a visualization i can play with while i write the code. this is hands down the best way to learn anything
i love how i feel after a really locked in study session. like hell yeah i want to thrive academically. i want to get disgustingly good at this. i want to hit my academic peak again.
@NoFilterSkin At some point, peace becomes more exciting than all the noise. The little solitude moments, journalling, noticing flowers, doing your routine quietly, are such an underrated kind of joy.
it’s a bit ridiculous to say “the time you spend scrolling could be spent building a business/writing a novel/reading the classics”. sometimes that’s true but usually scrolling happens as a result of cognitive fatigue, and the idea that you can just “swap in” another intellectually demanding task means you’re treating your body/mind as a machine
a better approach would be “the time you spend scrolling could be spent taking a stroll/napping/staring out the window/having a meandering conversation with a friend”. that’s both more palatable and probably what we’re actually craving when we reach for our phone: a brief break from the demands of life, and a time to let our mind relax
Everyone shut up I just learned a new word:
Eremition
(eh-ruh-mish-un)
The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice, but a desire for solitude or renewal.