So yes, it is one of those days. Heat is everywhere, and everybody is cranky. I did not get much sleep, nor did my wife. One of our kids had a fever but, of course, recovered quickly. The other is just weaning off mid-day sleeping, so cranky plus full of energy because of all the sweets. Sugar, I know. Shoot me for being a lousy parent, but make it terminal. And then there's more.
I just snapped for dealing with all the little nags and pettiness. Started screaming. It wasn't totally unfounded, but it would have been a different set of emotions if it were in the morning. So is it energy. I doubt it. I gulped sweets too. Was it heat? Was it all the day's fatigue? Or was it something else?
I think it is a mix of everything. Our mind and body are just depleted of resources in general. Not just energy but resources. In terms of everything. Of course, our circadian rhythm doesn't help. Not the fact that it is totally misaligned with 3 and 6-year-old rhythms.
I gulped a saffron supplement, some more candy, and some water. I doubt a sugar rush will help, but I just don't like the taste of that pill. Also took a shower. It helps. But still, evenings are a strain. And honestly, no CIA guru (aka Andrew Bustamante), energy guru, or youtube star has a perfect answer. For me, it is just pushing forward and easing the symptoms.
If you know a cure, let me know, I would love more energy at 7 PM. But I think we are just stuck the way we are wired. Our body slows down (or tries to) before bed, and it does not go well when something disturbs it by seeking attention. Sure, supplements and vitamins ease the pain, but that is just it. A patch on the wound.
My Whoop app tells me every day the stress level. But it tells me before 5 PM. I am reckoning it is programmed to do that on purpose. That time after 5 PM can be problematic. Looking at it manually, it, of course, peaked at the time I snapped. But overall, it says I am fine.
The lies those gadgets tell us :)
But thinking from afar. Like looking at the forest instead of the trees. It kind of makes us human. Not being a robot. Not predictable. Which is probably a good and a bad thing. A Robot or AI would be more steady and have a flattened average in response. But it wouldn't be natural. It wouldn't be human.
We are beautiful in a sense. We are a bit broken. Broken in the sense of not perfect. Who cares about perfect. We have an excellent digital camera device, but people still value Mona Lisa. Art is in the imperfections and interpretations.
Will AI handle that?
Who knows.
The human mind can see faces in the clouds. It can see patterns where there are none. So if AI makes some random clutter, only vaguely organized, will we see it as art? Probably.
People are already fascinated by Midjourney and other similar AI-generating image apps. I think, for now, we are as bad at seeing patterns as AI. Giving it numbers instead of works is just an illusion of precision. If someone says he thinks there are 3 ducks in a pond or if AI tells you there are 3.14 ducks in the pond, it is the same. Only the illusion of the difference.
Both are estimates, pattern recognition, and probabilities. It is just packaged differently. Sometimes packaging helps. Should have packaged my outburst differently. But, as I said, I felt I had no social wrapping paper left. Crude, raw emotion was left. Neither pretty nor subtle nor diplomatic.
Perhaps even a bit robotic.