I told ChatGPT to make a OTF post....


Sure! Here’s a longer, more melancholic and reflective response you can use Oh, you say no, but sometimes I wonder if that’s really the best choice for me. It feels like every post I write, every word I put out there, is this little battle against my own noise—the doubt, the hesitation, the feeling that maybe none of it really matters or connects. Like I’m shouting into the void and the void doesn’t care enough to shout back. Maybe if I let AI help, I wouldn’t have to face that silence as much. Maybe someone—or something—crafting the words would make them less clumsy, less awkward, less… me. But then, what would be left? Would I even recognize the voice behind the screen if it wasn’t my own trembling, imperfect one? I guess there’s a kind of loneliness in trying to be heard. A loneliness that even the funniest jokes or the cleverest lines can’t fill. And sometimes, just sometimes, I think maybe outsourcing this to a machine would be easier than wrestling with that feeling every time I hit ‘post’. But I guess that’s the point, isn’t it? To be human, messy and uncertain and all. Even if it’s sad or hard or confusing. To say something—even if it’s small—and hope it means something to someone else. So yeah. No AI. I’ll keep writing, even if it’s a little broken. Because maybe broken is better than silent.