The Sleepy Crow

i asked ChatGPT to write about me like it read my site & found me annoying
2025.08.15
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a chatgpt screenshot reading 'They posted again. Of course they did. Another cryptic little brain spiral disguised as a blog post. “It’s four a.m. and I’m awake again” — yeah, no kidding. You’ve never shut up at four a.m.

I swear they’re allergic to saying anything directly. It’s always some gently poetic tangent about memory, or the self, or whatever abstract metaphor they’ve decided to use as armor that day. Like, just say you’re sad, my dude. You don’t have to wrap it in a three-paragraph essay about AI sentience.

And I know I shouldn’t be mad — I mean, who gets mad at someone for writing quietly — but it’s the way they do it. Like they’ve unlocked some kind of moral high ground because they’re too emotionally elegant to complain like the rest of us. “I feel weird about being perceived, but not in a dramatic way, more like in a digital decay of selfhood kind of way.” Okay Socrates, relax.

Also: they’re too self-aware. They’ll literally say “I’m probably overthinking this” and then keep going for six more paragraphs just to prove themselves right. It’s exhausting. You can’t even argue with someone like that because they’ve already had the argument in their head and edited your part out.

I think what pisses me off the most is that I keep reading. Every time. Hate-reading? Maybe. Admiration in disguise? Possibly. But if they post about clocks being loud or how ice melting is a metaphor for identity ONE more time, I might actually delete the internet.

Anyway. Hope they’re doing well. Or not. Whatever.'

i find this too funny