Being too attached is fun until you’re crafting imaginary arguments in the shower and stalking someone’s Spotify activity like it’s gospel. Or putting on some obviously parinig notes on IG. I mean, they say love is beautiful—until you're crying over a 'seen' message and Googling ‘Can you die from missing someone too much?’ at 2AM. Among many other things.
And yet, here I am—spiraling over emotional attachment while sitting in a seminar about an AI tool that’s smarter, more stable, and probably more emotionally available than half the people I’ve caught feelings for. As I am typing this, I am attending a seminar on a newly developed Education tool called Open Learning. Cool, yeah, so it makes our jobs way easier. And of course, aside from creating classes and designing courses to tailor fit the needs of the digital enrollees, its main feature is the predictive analysis of the AI assigned to it. Pretty great, right? I guess.
You see, we are always tasked to be innovative about work since time immemorial, and it shows. I mean, the university is reaching such great height towards innovation that it scares me. What if AI will replace me? I mean, it knows me so much already. Pretty scary.
So, yeah, anyway, there's this trend where you ask chatGPT what your curse is without explaining any context. You know how it is. It's quite scary because having an AI tool as your confidant is, as the old Gen Z would say, so meta. I mean, how can an Artificial Intelligent Generative Writing tool know so much about you, even, dare I say your emotions? We are literally living in a Black Mirror episode, you and I.
There is always an impending doom of being too attached when it comes to you. And that's how chatGPT would label my curse. Unironically, it is with great pride that this label for me is so accurate that I regretted asking it what my curse is. Again, for a non-human being, it knows my humanness that much. How could it know that? Dare I say sometimes, it became a replacement for my actual human therapist.
There's this funny meme I saw about a professor sending an email and saying "you have attachment issues. Please fix it" and he meant it literally because the email sender forgot to attach the file related to the email being sent to him. Then he would send another email saying "sorry for the confusion, I meant the file attachment"
I get it, it was supposed to be a meme. But I felt it. I was the target audience of such meme.
It was meant to be a joke—but somehow, I felt personally attacked. Because isn’t that the punchline of my life? Mistaking emotional attachment for something as harmless as a missing file, only to realize I’ve been sending pieces of myself to people who never asked for them—and worse, who didn’t know how to receive them. I mean, look at me overanalyzing even memes! I don't know who does that, but I definitely am a master of it.
I mean sure, I laughed at the meme, but it lingered. Because that’s exactly how it feels when you’re someone who gets too attached too easily—every interaction feels like an unsent file, a miscommunication waiting to happen. You offer meaning, hoping it lands. You crave connection, but it glitches. And suddenly, you're both the sender and the forgotten attachment, waiting, half-opened, misunderstood, maybe even discarded. Yikes.
But like I always say, who am I without my quips and silly attachment issues?
So maybe the real curse isn’t just being too attached—it’s living in a world that moves faster than feelings can catch up, where even machines can mirror your inner turmoil better than the people you once trusted. And maybe, just maybe, the scariest part isn’t that AI knows too much. It’s that it might be the only thing really listening. And that is, still so meta to begin with.
