cross-posted from: https://lemmy.ml/post/20948249
Why are we letting algorithms rewrite the rules of art, work, and life?
I know it’s not about me, but this definitelt cleared up why i run from people in my free time.
They always express how they think i do things, like i’m at work or something. While i do things for joy, i take a detour home on my roadbike because the speed i can propel myself at brings me joy and a bit of a thrill too. The scenery is also very enjoyable.
But then another roadcyclist shows up and tells me how i’m doing it all wrong, how speed isn’t a good measurement of performance.
Fuck yo performance brother, stop. It ruins my fun.
Fun isn’t allowed anymore. Every hobby has been DLC’d out the wazzu. Also efficiency is the only metric anymore. Not human frivolous things like this so called ‘fun’
Sometimes i wish i had the balls to just tell them off, but that usally takes a lot of being pestered with bullshit until i snap back.
I’m having similar thoughts lately. As if after one trauma (12 years ago, or a bit more, one girl told me to “go to my mom” and a few more things) I stopped taking full responsibility for my own existence and started relying on external criteria, like performance, for example. And taking that responsibility again feels as if reality is real again.
Oof, that sounds like it’ll be an intense climb back in to reality!
Yes, it’s also a simplification - not a sudden realization and there were setbacks before. As always
“Given the chance, gamers will optimize out the fun” This is the same about real life when statistics apply to everything. This is why I decided to ignore any rule that anyone else would self impose or to others. You have to realize that the others are not living your life, you are. Who cares if you arent the best, the brightest, the wisest. Do what makes you happy. Be silly, be cringe, be angry, be sad. What matters is that you live a good life by your own standards. The world will dissapear when your conciousness will fade away, so why let numbers, humans, or ideas stand in your way from living the life you would have lived as a cave man, an artist, a farmer or whatever?
Comparaison is the thief of joy. So think less, and live more.
You can reason yourself into despair, or irrationally rise above it. What do you choose?
We are all data workers
Powerful and saddening. It does feel like, as an artist, everything revolves around how good others think you are. I try to go around it by only performing others people’s work, but also then, you’re dependent on those people wanting to work with you or not. Still dependent. Always dependent, as an artist, which is so so heavy.
You know, figuring out you’re a girl does wonders for your self worth. Y’all should fuckin’ try it sometime.
I’m glad you found that’s the case, but that doesn’t really have anything to do with this article.
