Ever feel like you need a second brain just to get through the day? Meet the person who outsourced theirs to an AI. Someone online just confessed a serious, no-joke addiction to ChatGPT, and it’s less “helpful assistant” and more “digital life dictator.” Their entire decision-making process, from gym sets to lunch choices, is now run by the chatbot. They’re basically one step away from asking it, “Should I breathe in or out next?”

This is the logical endpoint of our quest for optimization. Why waste precious brain calories deciding between the red shirt or the blue shirt when a large language model can do it for you? The poster spends all day in a conversation loop, firing off hundreds of questions, feeling utterly lost without their silicon sidekick. It’s less like using a tool and more like having a permanent, know-it-all passenger in your brain’s driver’s seat.

Let’s be real, we’ve all been there. Who hasn’t asked ChatGPT to settle a dumb argument or brainstorm a pizza topping? But this is next level. It’s like having a therapist, a personal trainer, a stylist, and a very patient parent all rolled into one tab you never close. The funniest part is imagining the AI’s potential frustration. “For the last time, I don’t CARE if you eat the apple or the banana. Please just pick one so I can go back to explaining quantum physics to someone else.”

The true joke here is that in trying to consume all information and learn everything, they’ve accidentally unlearned how to choose a snack. The addiction isn’t really to answers—it’s to avoiding the mild, human terror of being wrong about something inconsequential. It’s decision-making paralysis, with a chatbot as a crutch.

So, what’s the verdict? Maybe ask ChatGPT to draft a “step-down program” for your ChatGPT dependence. Start with small, brave acts of self-governance, like picking your own socks. You’ve got this. Probably. But if you’re unsure, you know where to find me… I’ll be over here, not asking an AI if this joke landed.