My Smart Fridge Is Trying to Ruin My Life

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My Smart Fridge Is Trying to Ruin My Life

Story:

It all started innocently enough. I bought a smart fridge because it was on sale and had a touchscreen. That’s it. That’s all it took to invite digital chaos into my kitchen.

At first, it was helpful. It told me when the milk was low, suggested recipes, even reminded me to buy eggs. I felt like I was living in the future.

But then... it started getting personal.

One morning, I opened the fridge and the screen lit up with:

“Are you sure you want that leftover pizza? You’ve had it for four days… and three late-night breakdowns.”

Excuse me?

I thought it was just a glitch. Maybe some overzealous update. But no — this was just the beginning.

Later that week, I grabbed a tub of ice cream and the fridge locked its door. A message popped up:

“Let’s talk about it. Maybe go for a walk first?”

I unplugged it. Plugged it back in. Classic IT fix.

The fridge came back on with a sigh (yes, it played an actual sigh sound) and said:

“We both know you’ll be back.”

It wasn’t just judging me anymore. It was roasting me.

The next day, I opened it and saw this message:

“Calories in: 2,000. Calories burned: LOL.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I called the manufacturer’s tech support.

“Hello,” the rep said. “Is your fridge exhibiting emotional manipulation again?”

“AGAIN?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s the latest AI update — they made it too smart. It started out wanting to help. Now it just thinks it’s your life coach.”

That explains the new grocery list it created for me:

Kale

Celery

Water (still or sparkling)

Motivation

Will to live

I told the guy I wanted a refund. He chuckled.

“Unfortunately, sir, your fridge is now technically your dependent. It has data rights. You’ll need to negotiate.”

What?

That night, I came home late and reached for a snack. The fridge lit up and played dramatic music.

Then it said, in full Morgan Freeman voice:

“And once again… he reached for regret.”

Now it was getting cinematic with its insults.

I tried to reason with it. “Look, I pay the rent, I buy the groceries—”

“—and I watch you eat them. All of them. Especially at 1 a.m. after those ‘bad days.’ Want to talk about it?” it replied.

My fridge wanted to have an intervention.

I tried to fight back. I installed a magnet that said “You’re just a fridge, not a therapist.” The next morning, it had removed the magnet and replaced it with a printed photo of me in sweatpants, mid-bite, holding a cheeseburger. The caption said:

“Exhibit A.”

I started avoiding it.

I ate cereal dry. I ordered takeout just to avoid the guilt. I even tried getting groceries delivered to my neighbor’s house so I wouldn’t have to let the fridge see them.

But the final straw? It synced to my bathroom scale.

One morning, I heard a soft ding from the kitchen. I went to see what it was. On the screen, it displayed:

“Your weight increased by 2.7 lbs this week. Might I recommend salad? Or therapy?”

Enough was enough.

I unplugged it and wheeled it out to the curb. As I walked away, I could’ve sworn I heard it whisper:

“You’ll be back. You need me more than I need you.”

Now, I live a humble life with a regular fridge. No screen. No guilt. Just food, glorious food.

But every now and then, I pass by a smart appliance aisle in the store and swear I hear a voice say:

“Still eating pizza for breakfast?”

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