Ooh! It’s a Silvia! It’s backwards, but it’s a Silvia.

I love my Silvia, but I use Pop!

Aha, yes. Somehow I forgot the difference interpretation for a moment. Oops!

I asked ChatGPT these questions and got sensible answers.

How much more is one half than one third?

[subtraction answer: 1/6 more]

That’s one possibility, but what about the other way to interpret that question?

[ratio answer, but expressed as “1.5 times as much” rather than “1/2 more”]

Oh. I just noticed the extraneous word in the search, which might be throwing off the LLM trying to understand it.

I agree with your assessment regarding the intention of the phrase. We’re back at the silly arithmetic meme that hinges on not grouping terms explicitly and watching people yell at each other in the mistaken belief that there’s one authoritative interpretation of an ambiguous string of symbols.

Still, the actual mistake remains. Why an extra 1/6 of the pizza? 1/3 of 1/3 is 1/9, not 1/6. That’s 1/2 of 1/3.

There are two meanings being conflated here.

“1/3 more” can mean “+ 1/3” or "* (1 + 1/3)“.

So “1/3 more than 1/3” could be 2/3 or 4/9, but not 1/2.

Instead 1/2 is 1/2 more than 1/3, not 1/3 more. That’s the meme I’ve seen go around recently.

1/3 more than 1/3 is 4/9. What you wrote is 1/2 more than 1/3, not 1/3 more of it.

What kind of “better” do you have in mind to aim for here? Why do you want that?

“The only person who won’t fire you is you.”

Pitch me. I could switch, but it would help a great deal to understand more about why. I’m open to change, but not eager to change.

I’m very happy. I had the same early experience as you, but I kept with it. I’ve been using it several years now. When I’m forced back to vim, my fingers remember just enough, but I have to undo pretty often.

I kakoune instead.

Pink noise sounds soothing.

“You first.” 🤷‍♂️

“I’m not looking for a family here. I never was. Thank you for the invitation, but no.”

It could be that simple.

It seems to me that by speaking up when you’re still calm, you can avoid erupting at an inopportune moment and causing the huge scene that might worry you.

I used to feel terrified about how people judged me–for good reason, based on how people treated me when I was young. Eventually, I grew utterly exhausted from trying to please everyone, after which it became much easier to speak up for myself.

Now I find it easy to offer a cheery “No, thanks” while acting like it’s perfectly normal and leaving the other person to be confused and to deal with it.

I wish you peace as you work towards finding your voice.

“I’m not interested. Please leave me alone.”

You want candy?

I have a big chosen family, including people who feel like children, and even grandchildren. I don’t believe that a blood relation would make that any richer an experience for me.

Check your privilege.