I Told AI About My Relationship. Of Course It Agreed With Me.

I told AI about my relationship.

It listened. It understood. It validated my feelings.

And — incredibly — it agreed that I was right.

How convenient.

But AI only knows the story we tell it. And somehow, in our version of events, we rarely turn out to be the asshole.

So what happens when we start using AI to analyse our relationships, decode texts, settle arguments and tell us whether our partner is toxic?

Maybe AI is a very good mirror.

But it’s a terrible witness.

Got an unhinged thought of your own? Tell me in the Spotify comments or DM me on Instagram @unhinged.apparently. Anonymous confessions very welcome.

Apparently, we’re saying these things now.

Why Are We All So Busy?

Busy has somehow become a personality trait. A status symbol. Maybe even a humblebrag.

We’re booked solid, back-to-back, drowning in emails — and weirdly proud of it.

But are we really that busy?

Or do we just like feeling needed, important and slightly unavailable?

An episode about calendar Olympics, 11:47 p.m. emails, doing absolutely fuck all — and why an empty Tuesday might be the ultimate flex.

Maybe you’re not busy. Maybe you just don’t fucking want to.

Got an unhinged thought of your own? Tell me in the Spotify comments or DM me on Instagram @unhinged.apparently. Anonymous confessions very welcome.

Apparently, we’re saying these things now.

Apparently, we’re all a work in progress. And frankly, it’s fucking exhausting.

When did being a normal, imperfect human turn into a full-time renovation project?

In Episode 1, I’m questioning our obsession with healing, optimizing and becoming the best version of ourselves.

Maybe you don’t need another morning routine.

Maybe you’re already fine.

Yes. I bought a microphone and now we all have to live with the consequences.

A six minute introduction to Unhinged, Apparently. — the podcast about the things we think but don’t say.

No experts. No life lessons. Just uncomfortable thoughts, questionable opinions and the occasional contradiction.

Here we fucking go.