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rfmcdonaldThat last post didn't make sense, did it?
Let me resummarize, reedit, generally rewrite:
I'm beginning to get worried that I've gone much too far, that I've passed the point of no return when it comes to actually having a comparatively normal social life, and that I can't turn back no matter how much I try. I'm afraid that there will always be social cues--obvious ones, to other normal people--that I'll miss, that I'll not be able to pick up upon, and that I'll end up alone and emotionally barren.
I don't want that.
It's difficult to underestimate how much I don't want that.
I'm beginning to fear that there's nothing much too me, hardly anything more that's me than in a lap-top that runs one of those programs that simulate intelligence, like ELIZA. (God, most of my conversational skills are barely better than its.) I know facts, yes, I can write, yes, I'm a perfectly functioning idiot-savant, but is there more to me than simple rote recitations of knowledge and occasional brilliant reconfiguration? And if not, can there be more to me than that?
Anyone who knows me, please: Is there?
Let me resummarize, reedit, generally rewrite:
I'm beginning to get worried that I've gone much too far, that I've passed the point of no return when it comes to actually having a comparatively normal social life, and that I can't turn back no matter how much I try. I'm afraid that there will always be social cues--obvious ones, to other normal people--that I'll miss, that I'll not be able to pick up upon, and that I'll end up alone and emotionally barren.
I don't want that.
It's difficult to underestimate how much I don't want that.
I'm beginning to fear that there's nothing much too me, hardly anything more that's me than in a lap-top that runs one of those programs that simulate intelligence, like ELIZA. (God, most of my conversational skills are barely better than its.) I know facts, yes, I can write, yes, I'm a perfectly functioning idiot-savant, but is there more to me than simple rote recitations of knowledge and occasional brilliant reconfiguration? And if not, can there be more to me than that?
Anyone who knows me, please: Is there?
