Twitter is destructive to my brain

And I know it, but I keep going back.

The current outrage in my corner of the twittersphere is over Clarkesworld closing submissions due to a glut of AI generated submissions. And while I have no doubt the Clarkesworld situation is caused by people doing the "push button, generate crap, submit" cycle over and over (possibly right down to automating submissions), the level of vitriol - and the refusal to conceive of any nuance between "generate crap" and "lovingly pen every word with blood taken from the author's own veins" - is giving me an undue amount of stress.

And honestly, it's less because of the people arguing that AI is unethical, and more the ones falling back on arguments about "human connection" and "art and writing need to have meaning that only a human can create." I guarantee I'm not here to do more than (hopefully) be entertaining for a few hours, and I don't want the burden of meaningful literature pushed on me.

I don't need more stress on top of my depression, thanks.