ChatGPT has quietly built a file on you. You've never seen most of what's in it.
Every message you send feeds it. It studies your patterns to map your personality and habits, things you never actually told it.
Here are 15 prompts to pull up everything it has on you, and wipe what you never agreed to:
The internet is quick to forget. You think you’re special until you realize another 8 billion people also think they’re special. You’re not. Let this thought free you. Nothing is important. Everything matters. That “mistake” you made changed the trajectory of your entire life, which changed the life of your spouse (or future spouse), which changed the life of your kids, and your kid’s kids. That “mistake” changed your career, so you never met your future boss and instead you became your own boss. That “mistake” led you to a minor menty b, so you decided to say fuck it and move across the country. Nothing was the same after that. Your life got better in ways you never dreamed possible. That “mistake” led you to the love of your life. All I’m saying is … the internet doesn’t give a sh*t about you. It doesn’t care what you do or don’t do. Now is the time to lay it all out there. Whatever happens (even if NOTHING happens) your life will change bc one day you decided to post on x dot com. Or Instagram or TikTok or whatever floats your boat. Don’t worry about being perfect. Be yourself, and watch your life unfold. Let yourself be surprised and delighted by what happens. If you’re not making “mistakes” you’re not doing it right.
do you know how absurdly high the bar is for a night to be the best saturday night New York has ever had? basically every summer weekend night here is paradise already. whatever videos youre seeing, it was actually 100x better. greatest city in the world not even close.
I saw a post on Tumblr that said, “The idealized future version of myself cannot exist without my current self being the catalyst for change and doing hard things,” and it stuck with me.
I believe that the threshold of how much embarrassment a person can tolerate determines the size of the life they can live. every meaningful act requires the risk of looking foolish: beginning anything, speaking your truth, wanting visibly, attempting what you might fail at publicly. the people who cannot tolerate embarrassment do not get to do these things, or they do them only in secret, where the embarrassment is contained. the people who have made their peace with embarrassment, who have decided it isn’t a verdict but a sensation, get access to a larger version of being alive. the difference between the two lives is enormous and it is almost entirely about embarrassment.