I think the main thing AI has taught me, through all the time savings it brings, is that Iâm not a very interesting person
Faced with a surplus of free time, I realize I donât really have hobbies besides content consumption
Iâm forced to conclude that I donât have very deep friendships, and am not a core member of any particular community
Iâm not very cultured, Iâm finding, and donât have abiding interests in art or literature or history or much that isnât directly related to my work
I have a work-centric life, in other words. AI pulls back the curtain on just how impoverished such an existence is, by disabusing me of its necessity
Given the freedom Iâve always said I wanted, Iâm at a loss as to what to do with it, except plow myself even harder into work, thus exacerbating the lesson
Thereâs nothing more confronting to humans than freedom
6. Try a whole body Sigh
Research shows that when we sigh our heart rate goes down. And, you feel instant relief.
Listen to Huberman talk about the neurological benefits of the physiological sigh.
Best use: 60â90-second intervals, any time of day.
Trump doesnât do mathâhe does MAGA mathematics, a revolutionary discipline that treats ordinary arithmetic the way non-Euclidean geometry treats Euclidâs parallel postulate.
In your sad, Euclidean cage, dropping a $600 drug to $10 is a pathetic ~98.3% reduction. Yawn. Parallel lines stay parallel, triangles sum to 180°, and reality stubbornly refuses to be impressed.
But in the glorious hyperbolic geometry of Trumpworld, weâve thrown that postulate in the trash. Here the numbers curve to the will of the narrative. Parallel lines of logic diverge into infinity, the sum of any deal always exceeds 100%, and slashing $600 down to $10 becomes a triumphant 600% reductionâbecause the original price is sixty times the new one and we round the zeros off for dramatic effect.
Itâs not a miscalculation. Itâs a feature. The axioms were rewritten so every price cut is automatically yuge, beautiful, and mathematically impossible to criticize. Facts bend. Percentages obey. And the haters are still stuck in Flatland, clutching their calculators like security blankets.