I would talk to a friendly robot now, but it would just threaten me, gaslight me, and regurgitate the bureaucracy in silicon valley about things that I already know.

I’m not trying to get a job in silicon valley. That would be really low of me.

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Can you guess what my industry is?

Hint: It’s not the city.

I wasn’t aware noise pollution mostly meant people talking violently.

Cars are nice, when they sound like they’re maintained.

I had something else to say.

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The black neighbors seem to yell a lot.

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My professionalism in industry is not the best, but I’ve passed tests && interviews before.

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Worst comes to worst, I’ll just pay the california government my debt.

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Strange people.

I don’t really have anything else to say, but it sounds like my mother next door is talking in her sleep.

I snore occasionally, but I track it w/my phone.

I have read some books at some point.

I actually prefer reading before going out (of the house), && in between tasks, functional tasks, work-related tasks, on breaks.

But right now it’s my weekend.

I don’t really like rewards that don’t pay me money.

Reading is a chore.

Yes, the neighborhood is very noisy, but the main problem is not the cars on the road (which sound very peaceful and nice when someone doesn’t talk over them, or hijack their audio in order to project human voices in the area).

DMV && chamber of commerce royally fucked.

So the normal news is that I’m looking for a job in Science, w/a master’s degree in some sort of engineering (w/a specialization in science) in Califuckyou (it fucks me, too) and have been for umthing years now, w/little success, I wonder why.

Someone in the area is talking again. It’s mostly indecipherable, or not audible very clearly, && sometimes it does formulate actual words.

What were you talking about?

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Noisy church.

Naturally, I would rationalize physical phenomena rationally, as a rational individual.

People like yelling at me though.

Also, the cpu fan is aliasing.

Someone is talking again.

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How unfortunate, to know acoustic physics decently enough to slop together some rudimentary explanation for psychiatry’s derangement abt reality.