Robo-freud
I promised myself I’d never do anything personal with AI. I can’t for the life of me understand how people pour out their hearts to a command line. I’d feel silly.
But I was writing a business letter and I just couldn’t nail the tone, so I uploaded it to ChatGPT for advice.
It said don’t send this – it sounds querulous and weak. And then it wrote a second draft.
We spent the better part of a day going back and forth. Not just writing drafts, but it began asking me what I expected to get from this interaction. And then where I expected to be in five years. And how I was going to get there.
It asked probing questions and told me (somewhat) hard truths (ChatGPT errs on the obsequious side). I know it’s not genuinely insightful, but damn it’s been trained on some very good material.
At the end of the day, I felt a lot better about a lot of things, and I had a draft of the letter I was pleased with. It was kind of spooky, to be honest.
I’m not sure what to do with this information. It’s about to suck me down into a nightmare flaming demon hellscape, isn’t it?
February 23, 2026 — 7:40 pm
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