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 Hey, I'm just trying to figure out if Office.com is more convenient than Apple Pages for keeping notes and accessing them later. Technically, I can access both from anywhere, but it feels better integrated to use Office on Windows and Pages on Apple devices. I'm not sold on LibreOffice yet—it would definitely take me a while to adjust to its somewhat rough interface. The way LibreOffice formats text, especially how it looks in emails (and even within LibreOffice Writer itself), puts me off. So, maybe I should stick with Office.com for most of my needs.  

This is a basic word processor, but it’s good enough for what I need. I’m very comfortable using Word; I’ve used it forever, both pirated and licensed. Now that I’m more financially stable, I believe in buying original software and avoiding piracy. I don’t use pirated stuff anymore, but with Word, a "lifetime" license really just means support for the product’s lifespan, not mine. It’ll reach end-of-life in about five years, which they don’t exactly spell out clearly. It’s a bit of a dishonest marketing tactic. 

I was thinking of jotting down my thoughts here. It doesn’t matter if anyone reads them—not even if I read them later. But I want to be fearless and keep writing as much as possible on topics as varied as astrophysics to fishing in a swamp full of little green floating plants. I don’t know the English name for them and won’t look it up; in Bengali, they’re called *kachuri pana*, or just *pana*. 

The truth is, I need someone to talk to. As I age, I find there are fewer people I can talk to, and I'm struggling to meet their expectations—or they, mine. This sometimes leads to breakdowns in communication, some of which can’t be repaired. The good thing about getting older, though, is that people feel less inclined toward drama. Teenagers, with all their energy (and time), can get dramatic about everything. But mature people don’t indulge in that; they just let things go when they get too heavy. Whatever lightens you, you keep shedding as you walk down the road. I’ve let go of a lot, and I’m constantly discarding old stuff from my closet. Things that once meant a lot barely get a second glance before I toss them out. Sometimes I donate them, but not out of any sense of charity—it’s just about freeing up space. Secretly, I even thank those who accept the items. I certainly don’t believe in “earning a spot in heaven” by giving things away. It’s more like I’m discarding what I don’t need. It’s the bird eating and then dropping its excess, something I’m relieved to have out of my life. 

And by the way, since I'm writing whatever comes to mind, with no particular audience in mind, you can be sure I’m going to get it grammar-checked and even edited by ChatGPT. It’s just me, ChatGPT (as editor), and you, my reader (if you’re out there). The only assurance I can give you is that I’m a real, breathing person who has no desire to become a cyborg. And if someone tries to push me into that, I’m not sure I’d resist. I have no control over where humanity is headed, nor am I particularly concerned with it. I’m practicing being here and now, breathing and typing. And ChatGPT is my perfect writing companion.