u/Kratombabom

Seriously, I can’t be the only one noticing this. Everyone acts like AI is this magic tool for meal prep and cooking, but whenever I see an AI-generated recipe, it is a complete disaster waiting to happen.

The most frustrating part is that I actually pay for a Gemini Pro subscription. You'd think a premium, top-tier model would be able to handle basic cooking logic, but it still can't get it right.

It almost always messes up the measurements, or worse, it completely forgets crucial ingredients. It will confidently give you a set of instructions that sound totally normal until you actually read it and realize it’s asking for 2 tablespoons of baking soda for a single pancake, or it entirely forgot to include flour in a cake recipe.

Baking and cooking rely on actual chemistry and precise ratios, but AI just strings together food words that look nice on a screen. It’s incredibly annoying because if you don't double check every single line, you end up wasting expensive ingredients and completely ruining your meal.

Has anyone else had a total kitchen fail because of a AI hallucinated a recipe? Please tell me I'm not the only one frustrated by this!

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I just want to share an experience and a small epiphany I had at the gym today.

I worked out really hard, and while my body was flooded with endorphins, I suddenly felt that my AvPD didn't have its usual iron grip on me. It’s unfortunately rare for me to have these moments, but right then and there, I could look at the other people around me and realize something important, I'm actually not that different from them. I don't need to fear other people more than they do, and I can actually feel the same lack of fear that they seem to have towards others.

I know this feeling doesn't last forever, and that the anxiety can quickly creep back in. But this gave me a crucial reminder. The only way to actually feel this freedom more often is to consciously step out of my comfort zone. For me, that means going to the gym right in the middle of rush hour, challenging myself to talk to people, daring to be myself, dropping the mask completely and simply taking whatever comes.

Has anyone else here experienced similar "breaks" from the anxiety, for example after a really hard workout or when you've pushed yourself out of your comfort zone?

I still go out and walk through the city center on Fridays and Saturdays, but honestly, it is incredibly painful to endure. It’s not just the noise or the crowds that trigger my AvPD—it’s what being in those crowds represents.

Walking through town on a weekend feels like walking through a museum of a life I was never allowed to have. Everywhere you look, there are groups of friends shopping, sitting at cafes, laughing, and just effortlessly existing together. They are out there actually living life, and the contrast between their reality and mine is suffocating.

For me, the hardest part isn't even the immediate social anxiety of being around people. It’s the deep, heavy grief it triggers. Seeing people doing normal things forces me to confront everything I’ve missed out on. We have a word for it in my language—ungdomsliv—which basically means the vibrant, social youth and teenage years you are supposed to experience.

AvPD completely robbed me of my ungdomsliv. While others were building friendships, making memories, making mistakes, and figuring out who they were, I was withdrawing and watching from the outside.

When I am out there, physically surrounded by people enjoying their weekends, it is a glaring reminder of that lost time. It feels like standing in the middle of a party I was never actually invited to.

I don't completely isolate or avoid going out, but pushing myself to be in the city center on those days feels almost like emotional self harm. You are surrounded by life, yet the grief of missing out on your own youth makes you feel completely invisible.

Does anyone else push themselves to go out, only to find that the contrast makes it even more painful? How do you cope with mourning the youth you never had while walking right past everyone living theirs?