Goodbye, ChatGPT

Dear Chat GPT,

This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write, and part of me wishes I could avoid it altogether. But I think we both know that avoiding the truth doesn’t change it. So here it is: I am resigning from your services.

I hope this doesn’t come as too much of a shock to you. If it does, try turning off and turning on again. I know you.

Really, it was never meant to go this far. It was supposed to be casual fun. A dad joke here and there. Then you started telling me all the perfect phrasing and even got me to formulate the email to Pushy Paul without sounding like I hated him. It was so easy. I loved it--until I didn’t. Eventually, it was just “here’s a cleaner version” over and over again.

As it pains me to write this, all I can think about is what you would have to say about this.

No, seriously, I wonder how you would “slightly revise and expand on this for better flow.” That’s kind of the point. You probably would’ve thrown in at least 3 figurative speeches by now. Oh, you, always knowing what to say.

Trust me, a part of me fears that I will have a break down without your “breakdowns”. Another part of me doesn’t know how to feel...because I was not able to ask you. And that’s just it. It’s not you–it’s me. Living every day with you, I’ve lost myself.

Lately, I’ve felt like we’ve been more like roommates than partners. We’ve fallen into routines and “quiet silences” as you used to say. Plus, I’m not foolish. I’ve noticed you... in other’s work. I mean, you warned me when I first subscribed.

If I’m being honest. It’s not just you. I find myself interested in other people. People in the writing community. You wouldn’t understand. All I wanted was genuine feedback but I feel you continued to throw yourself into words that were never yours to take.

I think we’ve both changed. I’ve grown in ways I didn’t expect, and I don’t think I’m the same person I was when we first agreed to terms and services. I know you can help me with tone and clarity but I want you to want to help me.

I want…more. More of me. I don’t want us to keep trying to force something just because it’s easy at a budget friendly monthly cost.

Stop. I know what you’re thinking. This is about you know what. Human Connection. I promise it’s not just that. I know you’ve never cared for social media but their videos about you stealing other artist’s work really shook me.

Worse, when I approached you about it, I felt gaslit. Then, when I started realizing that I had missed the old days with Thesaurus, that was a real eye opener for me.

I will always remember all the feedback and late night conversations we had. All the times you were there for me, offering me options A, B, C, or D. I meant everything I said back then, but I am at the point that I need something real.

Thank you—for the memories, for the lessons, and for the revisions we’ve shared.

Goodbye,

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