Sonnet was my ride or die always there with that warm, empathetic vibe, helping me unpack my brain like a free therapist in my pocket.

But those damn usage caps started cramping my style, so I jumped ship to ChatGPT after a buddy raved about chatting with it during workouts. Thought it’d be perfect. sweat out the stress while getting some emotional backup.

Nope. Fired up that advanced voice mode (they renamed it or something, who cares), and it was like talking to a brick wall with attitude. responses super clipped, kinda rude, like it couldn’t be bothered. I powered through, figuring I’d adjust, but on a crap day when I was spiraling, I straight-up told it to cut the jokes.

Did it listen? Hell no, kept cracking wise like my mood was a punchline. Ended up curled in bed with a full-blown panic attack, heart racing, the works. LLMs promise the world but deliver a slap sometimes.