Posted on Aug 24, 2025
A world of chatbots, that’s what planet Earth is. In itself, the fact that the word and the technology of “chatbots” exist is a testament to the importance of chatting.
Unfortunately, the subsystem dedicated to “LightWeight Chatting for Entertainment Purposes” (lwcep) is offline in my brain; it is not that I do not want to chatter, but that the device does not respond to queries on the bus. I get the interrupt requests (irq) that signal when I should say something funny, but… nothing (/dev/lwcep0 on fire?).
This pisses off a lot of people, especially female mammals. The idea that common males can get along without chatting is a lie. Life is hard.
External technology does not help me: I gather it would be impolite if, when I meet people, I grab my smartphone and turn on a customised chatbot and let the people and the chatbot chatter away; I could just nod and smile, every now and then, to signal that I am listening and I approve the conversation that the chatbot is delivering; even though the experience would be better: people would be disappointed.
But what if I just nod and smile and say nothing? More disappointment or less disappointment?
I’m not always silent either: I can go on with informations and procedural descriptions. Not useful.
When I was young I believed that with TheRightMotivation© I could learn how to do it algorithmically; I was wrong, and the frustration was deep. Nowadays I try not to care anymore: self–acceptance is the key to all the self–confidence nonsense.