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Wellness Wednesday for July 30, 2025

The Wednesday Wellness threads are meant to encourage users to ask for and provide advice and motivation to improve their lives. It isn't intended as a 'containment thread' and any content which could go here could instead be posted in its own thread. You could post:

  • Requests for advice and / or encouragement. On basically any topic and for any scale of problem.

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  • Advice. This can be in response to a request for advice or just something that you think could be generally useful for many people here.

  • Encouragement. Probably best directed at specific users, but if you feel like just encouraging people in general I don't think anyone is going to object. I don't think I really need to say this, but just to be clear; encouragement should have a generally positive tone and not shame people (if people feel that shame might be an effective tool for motivating people, please discuss this so we can form a group consensus on how to use it rather than just trying it).

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A long time back, I'd once met a lady I'd intended to marry. We'd found this image generator that claimed to show what the kids of any given couple might look like. I can't vouch for its veracity, but we thought our baby would look very cute.

At one point, we hadn't been careful enough while fooling around. This lead to an accidental pregnancy, and almost as quickly a miscarriage. We were, I must admit, relieved at that time. We weren't at a point in our lives when we could afford to have children.

Aqouta's post below reminded me of that. Knowing I would very much regret it, I still fired up ChatGPT, found a picture of us as a couple, and asked it to show me what it would look like if we were a family. The end output has almost brought me to tears. If there's a lesson to be learnt here, let bygones be bygones, and don't give yourself unnecessary psychic damage. Especially if you do so knowing full well that it was never to be. I'm going to pour myself a very stiff drink.

(As imaginary children go, entirely fantasized by the product of matrix multiplications, I think they were gorgeous and I could have loved them)

In the end, the drink didn't do enough, so I did what I usually do and wrote another essay.