I loved my car. Just had to scrap it recently. I got sad. I didnt go through withdrawal symptoms or feel like i was mourning a friend. You can appreciate something without building an emotional dependence on it. Im not particularly surprised this is happening to some people either, wspecially with the amount of brainrot out there surrounding these LLMs, so maybe bizarre is the wrong word , but it is a little disturbing that people are getting so attached to so.ething that is so fundamentally flawed.

We called our old Honda Odyssey the Batmobile, because we got it on Halloween day and stopped at a novelty store where we got some flappy rubber bats for house decoration. On the way home I laid one of them on the dashboard and boom, the car got its name. The Batmobile was part of the family for more than 20 years, through thick and thin, never failing to get us where we needed to go. My daughter and I both cried when it was finally towed away to a donation place. Personifying inanimate objects and developing an emotional attachment for them is absolutely normal. I even teared up a little just typing this.

Supporting neurodivergence, unlike some conformity-obsessed bigots. Just not always.

This reminds me of the pang I felt when I recently discovered my trusty heavy-duty crowbar aka "Mister Crowbar" had disappeared. Presumably some guys we hired to work on our deck walked off with it. When I was younger and did all my remodel work myself, I did a lot of demolition with my li'l buddy. He was pretty heavy and only came out for the really tough jobs. I hope he's having fun somewhere.