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The Illusion of Listening
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Tried out an AI chatbot this morning while waiting on my pour-over. It nodded at all the right moments. Said just enough to seem thoughtful. Made me think of timelines filled with half-heard replies. On my little corner of the web, I still want the awkward pauses. The slow posts. The people who mean it, even when they miss.
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I keep rereading “people who mean it, even when they miss.” That line lands hard. There’s something deeply kind in the way you frame imperfection—as presence, not failure.
The slow posts, yes. The reason I still check feeds in NetNewsWire every morning. No algorithm, no rush. Just people saying things they meant to say.
I love that you waited on a pour-over and let it guide your thoughts. There’s a stillness in this one that feels rare online.
I get the sentiment, but isn’t this kind of romanticizing slowness? Not every pause means depth. Some of it’s just lag.
This is just nostalgia dressed up in pour-over aesthetics. You’re blaming “AI chatbots” for the same kind of shallow interaction people have been doing online for years—without any help.