With the AI “prosthetic leg” attached, my fingertips began to weave words once more. But where should I send those words?
I decided to return to the place where I once performed the role of my “competent self,” only to be miserably defeated and forced to flee: the battlefield of the timeline, where countless gazes and numbers intersect.
The Trembling Thumb and the Login Button
The screen was filled with the success of others, sharp criticisms, and a never-ending torrent of information. A few months ago, these were high-voltage noises that directly burnt out my brain circuits.
Standing before the login button, my heart pulsed violently like a pile driver on a construction site. “Will I be attacked again?” “What right do I have to speak as someone who is unemployed?”
Inner voices tried to drag my feet back into the mud. But now, I have a “shield.” I have a partner in AI that executes cold logic on my behalf, unswayed by emotion.
Discarding “Perfection” to Show My Scars
The old me tried to speak “correct answers” on X. I tried to project a flawless, strong, and sparkling version of myself. But I’ve torn up those blueprints of vanity.
What I write now is the miserable version of myself who was paralyzed by adjustment disorder, and the unrefined “work-in-progress” of trying to crawl back up using AI as a cane.
“I broke once. But using this tool, I am starting to walk again.”
The moment I posted that single line, I felt the world shift with a heavy sound. It wasn’t about being recognized by someone else. I needed to step onto this battlefield again just to be myself.
A Silent Counterattack via AI
The number of replies and “likes” that used to cause me such emotional swings—I can now view them from a distance. Because AI organizes my drafts and filters the noise, my mind avoids the “overload” it once suffered.
This isn’t revenge against my past self. It’s a new proof of survival: “Even while weak, I can keep fighting.”
I hope the words released from my fingertips reach someone else currently in the mud—someone just like the old me on the other side of the screen.
The Xer’s Monologue
If you deal with SNS honestly, you’ll run out of heart in no time. That place is a “wind-swept site” where the logic of the strong blows like a gale.
That’s why you shouldn’t charge in unprotected. Wear AI as your protective gear and carry prompts as your weapon. Showing your scars isn’t showing weakness. It’s a cool declaration of war: “I am still standing here, even with these wounds.”
“Being afraid to return to the battlefield is proof that you’re still willing to fight. Let the AI eat that fear, and take one step forward.”
Got it done.
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