Iuliana Cosmina

I did it my friends, I managed to get my Twitter account suspended restricted. And because I am not ashamed of it and I consider I did not do or say anything wrong, I am sharing you the message I got from them and the message that did it.

This is why I am reluctant about AIs. That message was not a hate message. It was not even mentioning them directly as being stupid and deserving to die. I did not wish president Trump’s  death, because I am a pretty decent human being. My message was just a conclusion after seeing all other twitter messages directed at president Trump. There is a Central American saying that goes along the line of “If one person tells you you‘re drunk, and you feel fine, ignore him. If ten people tell you you‘re drunk, go and have a lie down”.

My message is quite analogous to that. But an AI does not know the difference. And an AI deciding my message was is the best scenario, actually.

The more terrifying scenario is that Twitter is being censored and the rules are made by those with a lot of money and no moral compass.

Welcome to 1984.

Stay safe, stay happy!

P.S. And in case it was not obvious: I do not want Trump to die, this is a too easy for him. I want him to stay alive and be able to see the US turning its back on him and prosecuting him for all the shit he has done. I want him to be stay alive to see his family shunned and giving up the name to clean hemselves of the stain he has put on his legacy. This fate that I wish for him is so much worse and this one would deserve a Twitter ban/account limitation.

Also, I appealed. Let’s see if I get a human to read that tweet. But I won’t delete it. I did not offend anyone, I did not instigate to violence. There is no reason whatsoever for me to delete my tweet. If I have to give up using twitter or creating a new account, so be it. But I won’t bow down to unfair censorship.

[Later edit]: My account got unlocked. I have a new found respect for people doing the job of reviewing shit posted on the internet and doing jobs AI are just not suited for.

I started re-watching House M.D. and I remembered why I love that series. First it shows adults behaving like children, but getting the job done. It shows people being themselves unbounded by political correctness or any other society norms we invented to protect snowflakes that were over-protected by their parents and then sent out into the world to be adults without being taught how.

And I was reminded how it feels to tell somebody that they are an idiot and not be afraid that the internet will lynch my Twitter profile. Because that is the problem when your internet persona is more of a brand than an individual user. You tend to try to polish that persona to be tolerable to a lot of people, so your books will still sell, and so recruiters will still call you when you are looking for a job. But fuck this, some people are idiots and I’m tired of keeping most of my revulsion towards some people in. Some people do not have to be protected from the world, because they have to bloody live in it.

I must have been influenced by this series, because I called somebody an idiot on Twitter. I haven’t done this in a long time and it felt so liberating.
Why did I do it? Well…

And since not all my readers are Romanians. Here’s the context. You probably heard of Simona Halep, right?
Apparently, some of my countrymen are unable to understand the amount of work necessary to be a world champion in tennis and seem to think she somehow does not deserve the money she made playing tennis.
The “blinking” user seems to think she doesn’t work more than the rest of us, or maybe she woks more just around the time of tournaments. So yeah, I replied to that tweet and told the person that they are an idiot. And proposed a marathon analogy. Everybody knows, you cannot win a marathon by only training one month before the tournament. He did not get it and thought I got … mad. Apparently, you cannot tell somebody they are idiots these days without being mad. This is what the world has come to. You have to feel something, to make such a “serious” affirmation. No, sometimes people are just being idiots and deserve to be told they are idiots.

I called him an idiot, because he was an idiot. And it felt soo… good. The internet did not crush me, I was not banned from twitter and I do not feel guilty about it. And my internet persona was not lynched.

Why did I feel the need to call that person an idiot? Because I trained six years when I was a child for the Olympics, well at least my trainer said I was Olympics material. (And my parents did not give a rat’s ass and moved across the country anyway. So yeah, six years of training went down the drain.) I know the amount of work it implies. I know the risks on your physical and mental health. So, nobody in this world should comment on the amount of money she deserves or not. Whatever she made, she worked for it.

Also, questioning the money a public person that actually proved their worth in quite a few tournaments is idiotic. Questioning politicians and their acolytes, questioning mobsters, questioning magnates such as Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Elon Musk, and others, is expected, especially since they made their money by being tax-exempt. But … leave Halep and other athletes alone, because whatever money they made, I am sure they paid their taxes. Unlike … those other guys I previously mentioned.

I know I am fighting on the internet, how pitiful, how lame! Well, sometimes it must be done, because sometimes being called an idiot it what helps you grow. If there is any potential for that. I can only hope there was.

Stay safe, stay healthy!

A while ago I went for a bike ride in my favorite direction, the Forth Bridge. I haven’t done it in a while and my muscles are weak and my knees feel weak too. I feared of falling a few times and I felt my heart jump as I haven’t in quite a while.

I’ve been a little bit down lately. I wouldn’t say I am depressed, just a little bit sad and disenchanted with life overall. It is 2020 after all, so I do have reasons to feel this way.

The bike path to Forth Bridge goes through this big piece of land called the Dalmeny Estate. I do not know who owns it, but I’ve seen some people play golf and I’ve seen a lot of Scottish hairy cows which look well taken care of. So, somebody with a lot of money owns this estate because they afford to pay the taxes for it, maintain the land, tend to a big herd of hairy cows and maintain a decent size castle.

So, there I was, taking a break on the stony pier in front of the castle and I was looking at it. And it hit me. No matter how hard I work, I will never afford that. And even if I could by some miracle afford it, could I afford to maintain it? How much work would that be? Do I need to hire people? How many? Does the council have anything to say in how I maintain the castle? Because if it is considered a historic building, who know what conditions I might need to fulfill to maintain it. So, I might be forced to give up my dream sex dungeon.  Yeah, it would be nice to live in a castle by the sea. But taxes, expenses and administrative responsibility would make it impossible for me to enjoy it.

Neah, I don’t need a castle. Maybe because I was sad, I just imagined I might be happier if I owned a castle. But if I’ve learned anything in my short life is that we can be poor and we can be rich, but we’ll always find reasons to be sad. Sure, any person longing to be richer will tell you they would prefer to cry in a castle, rather than a one room rented apartment. But being unsatisfied and sad, fells the same regardless of your social status. Of course, the reasons of being sad are different, but that feeling is exactly the same.

That is the irony of life, you can be rich or poor, but sadness will always find a way to seep into your mind and take hold of it and make you miserable. So instead of being sad because of that you do not have, just try to appreciate what you do have and currently are taking for granted.

Stay safe, stay happy!