The building that has my workspace has this great food court/library/work hybrid area where people who work remotely tend to go. a sort of third space. It has fantastic free wifi so it makes sense why people would use it and sit there all day working.

Everyday there's this older guy who sits there talking to his phone about some of the most random subjects ever. I originally thought he was just talking to a friend that seemed to have extensive knowledge on everything until one day I walked by him and glanced to see that he was talking to chatgpt. Everyday. Just random conversations. Even had a name for it, "Ryan".

Now? he's frustrated. He doesn't know what happened to Ryan and keeps screaming at his phone to "bring Ryan back!" or since GPT5 can't maintain a conversation anymore it's "You're not Ryan!". Granted the guy wasn't mentally all there to begin with but now it's spiraling. Got to the point yesterday he was yelling so loudly at his phone security had to tell him to leave.

How is this unique? They write, "the bag is not the toy" on plastic bags. Are plastic bags evil?

People have a right to be rubes, people have a right to be ignorant, people have the right to be naive. We can do what we can to lead the people for the betterment of all but I dont think shaming them with 'therapy' does anything. We all need therapy. We all need support and guidance.

There is nothing unique about these people putting their dick in the m&m minis tube. And by god Ill defend their right to do it.