The supreme challenge of human life is that we are much more opaque to ourselves than we like to admit — mighty subterranean rivers of emotion and motive course beneath the reasoned surface of our conscious beliefs, values, and desires. Neurosis might be an old-fashioned word, but it is useful shorthand for the tension that arises from these conflicting facets of our experience that leave us unsure of what we want, what to want.
-Maria Popova
At times, bursts of emotion catch me by complete surprise and I'm reminded of the above quote about being opaque to one's self.
I was driving while Google navigation was on and it gave a "poor visibility ahead" notification. When Google Maps gives notifications of this sort, 2 options pop up on the screen that you can select. One option is "not there" and other is "still there." You can select one depending on the situation.
I didn't want to use my hands so I voice activated the phone and said "still there."
In response, Google said "of course I'm still here. I'm always there when you need me."
I immediately started crying after hearing that.
I'm still so confused over it. I don't know what my response means.
On a related note, maybe I need to deactivate Google AI on my phone so it doesn't surprise me with unpredictable responses like these
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