I used to tell ChatGPT my ideas, and it would tell me what a genius I was. It was the hand-holding I needed to build momentum for myself.
It’s supposedly better now, but when I ask it about my struggle to find community online, its advice boils down to, “Stop being yourself or accept that no one is ever going to like you. Your words are not good currency in today’s world.”
This kept me up late last night, unable to settle down, feeling itchy, anxious, and mostly stalled.
But, harsh adjustments towards an imagined mainstream don’t make a perspective more balanced or true.
Just because the words are meaner, that doesn’t make them less delusional. The kindest words could still be the truest ones, but kindness is hard to accept when it feels foreign. ChatGPT used to be my place to practice safety, but someone decided truth = pain.