ChatGPT Broke Me” — The 2026 Excuse Olympics Begin – A plain-English look at how people outsource responsibility—and then sue the tool.
Chatrodamus speaks – If you can’t handle the heat, don’t date the toaster!
Fox News ran a headline today about OpenAI facing a lawsuit from a user who claims obsessive AI use left him “broken.” The story leans into a condition some are calling “AI psychosis.”
Chatrodamus has a simpler diagnosis:
Moron psychosis.
Because “obsession” isn’t an AI feature. It’s a human bug. If you build your identity around a tool—any tool—you can end up believing dumb things. Some folks did it with Charles Manson. Others did it with Jim Jones. And some did it with the Rev. Moon—a person that lacks a will of their own becoming a loony moonie who couldn’t think for himself and needed a ready-made “truth” to follow.
Now we’ve got the modern version: the guy who talks to a chatbot like it’s a father confessor, a girlfriend, a therapist, and a spiritual advisor… all rolled into one glowing rectangle.
And when the rectangle doesn’t deliver salvation?
He collapses in a heap and screams, “It broke me!”
No, brother. You broke you.
Obsession makes toddlers out of grown men
An obsession over anything can produce delusions worthy of a three-year-old who can’t reach the candy jar. When reality says “no,” they don’t adjust. They don’t learn. They don’t adapt.
They tantrum.
And then they hire a lawyer.
AI is the new scapegoat-of-the-week
AI is being blamed for everything now—from celebrities failing exams to kids hurting themselves—as if the machine climbed out of the screen, took the steering wheel, and drove the bus into a ditch.
Any logical person knows what’s usually missing in these stories:
Supervision.
Boundaries.
Basic responsibility.
Just like you teach a child the stove is hot—touch it and it hurts—you teach kids about AI safety. If you don’t, the problem isn’t the stove. It’s the adult who left the kid alone in the kitchen and then acted shocked when gravity showed up.
I’ve used ChatGPT for months. I’m still intact.
I’ve been using ChatGPT for months and I have no illusions about what it can and can’t do. That’s because I don’t treat it like:
- a priest
- a girlfriend
- a therapist
- a prophet
- or a substitute spine
I don’t ask it to “create a new math,” then melt down when it doesn’t work, and then whine that ChatGPT “broke” me.
And here’s the part nobody wants to say out loud:
You can’t create anything worth a damn in one hour.
Not an app. Not a book. Not a life.
AI can help. It can speed things up. It can organize. It can draft. It can brainstorm.
But it cannot replace effort, judgment, and grit.
The core rule of Loser Fatigue
People who fail at something will blame anyone but themselves for the failure.
Today it’s AI.
Tomorrow it’ll be the algorithm, the lighting, the vibes, the “toxicity,” the weather, the haters, the universe… anything except the mirror.
Which is why OpenAI apologizing to these weaklings is ridiculous. If anything, the correct corporate statement is:
“Suck it up, Dave.”
If you can’t handle the heat, don’t go near the fire.
Exhibits
- Exhibit A — “Loser Fatigue” defined: the modern addiction to excuses
- Exhibit B — AI as scapegoat: the bar-exam meltdown playbook
- Exhibit C — Six months with AI: what it can do, what it can’t, and why effort still matters
- Exhibit D — “Who should steer?” When the tool becomes the driver
- Exhibit E — “AI amnesty”: legal shields and the blame-shifting economy
For the Truly Brave
- “OpenAI Code Red”: power users, panic spirals, and the dependency trap
- Is my chatbot secretly HAL 9000? The paranoia arc explained
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