Friday Mood Post
Being raw is the new being polished.
But what happens when even your vulnerability becomes part of the show?
You’ve seen the post:
“I burned out. I broke down. But now I’m back — stronger, wiser, more monetizable.”
The hashtags are real, the tears are well-lit, and the story hits all the right emotional beats.
In a world where authenticity is optimized for engagement, are we still being honest…
…or just better performers?
Artificial intelligence is no longer content with just assisting us – it’s beginning to replace us, neuron by neuron. According to recent data, the proportion of artificially generated content in top search results has jumped 47% since January. A silent but radical shift in our information ecosystem.
While we gaze, fascinated, at the prowess of ChatGPT drafting our emails or Midjourney creating our visuals, a disturbing question emerges: are we delegating our most precious asset – our ability to think – with the same nonchalance as a teenager tossing dirty socks on the floor?
In this mood post, I invite you to an unfiltered reflection on this strange era where AIs flirt with each other through exchanged resumes, where experts denounce the dangers of a technology using presentations… generated by that very same technology, and where we’re slowly sliding toward our reconversion into “digital pets.”
In a world where our smartphones understand us better than our loved ones, where our virtual assistants listen without ever yawning from boredom, a new form of escape has been born.
When applications promise us “a girlfriend who understands you perfectly, without the complications of real life” for $200 per month, isn’t it time to question what we’re really trying to escape from?
From digital infidelity to virtual hugs, let’s explore together this troubling frontier where our creations become our favorite creatures… and where we risk becoming machines ourselves through interacting with them.
“Use my secret prompt that nobody knows and your content will explode!” How many pseudo-prompt experts have sold you this dream at a premium price?
Meanwhile, your LinkedIn feed is turning into a cemetery of AI-generated content – impeccable, formatted, and desperately… forgettable.
A little unfiltered Friday mood piece on this epidemic of soulless texts. Spoiler: even ChatGPT gets bored writing them!
Ah, that sublime lament of “I’m overwhelmed, I don’t have time”… The global hit of the year, performed with such conviction by virtuosos of excuses that we wonder why they haven’t yet received an Oscar for best dramatic performance in the “Imaginary Victims of Overwork” category. Their interpretation is so poignant, so authentic, that we might almost shed a tear – if we weren’t busy spotting them, two hours later, deep in meditation in front of kitten videos.
Enough of this laughable comedy! We see you, you know. Do you honestly think you’re convincing us that your existence is a perpetual tornado of appointments on which the very survival of humanity depends? That your calendar rivals that of a president in the midst of a diplomatic crisis? Seriously? You have time, let’s not kid ourselves.
