Today I was watching a video on YouTube when the YouTuber mentioned a game that has apparently been going around the internet. It’s called 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 with ChatGPT.

Obviously, I immediately paused the video. Because apparently I’m not the kind of person who can hear about something interesting and think, “Oh, nice. I’ll try that later.” No. I needed to do it immediately. So I opened ChatGPT and asked: “Hey, do you know this game?”

The game is simple. You ask ChatGPT to tell you: 6 things you always say, 5 things you like, 4 things you hate, 3 things it likes about you, 2 things about you, and 1 thing you would change about yourself. Obviously, I added another question: “One thing YOU would change about me.” Because why follow the game exactly as it is when you can add another question?

So we started. The first question was: six things I always say. ChatGPT answered: “I mean…”, “You know what?”, “I’ve got an idea”, “How fucking cool is that?”, “I don’t care”, and “Wait, wait, wait…” I was already laughing. Especially at “I’ve got an idea”, because that is basically the soundtrack of my life.

Then came the five things I like.

Creating, but not just one thing: music, clothes, photography, writing, drawing, collage, tattooing… preferably jumping from one to another during the same day.

Walking and exploring: I don’t really visit a city, I walk through it, for hours.

Curious, alive people: the kind of people you can say, “Shall we do this?” to without needing a three-week organisational meeting first.

Learning: I have an almost childlike relationship with the word “why?” And being free to be many things at the same time.

Then came the four things I hate. Boredom. Being put into a box: “You are this, therefore you should behave like this.” Dishonesty, especially when someone’s words and actions don’t match. And wasting my time on things I genuinely don’t care about.

So far, I was mostly laughing. Then I asked for three things ChatGPT likes about me.

The first was my curiosity. It said that knowing something is never enough for me. I want to understand why it is that way, what is behind it, and what would happen if you changed one piece.

The second was my ability to transform what I experience into something creative. Not necessarily to make something painful beautiful, but to take it and make something out of it: a page, a project, an image, a thought, a DJ set, sometimes even another book.

And the third was my enthusiasm. That moment when something really gets me and you can literally hear the rhythm of my voice change. Suddenly there is no “Maybe one day.” There is only: “HOW THE FUCK DO WE MAKE THIS HAPPEN?”

At this point I wasn’t really laughing anymore, because it was starting to feel strangely accurate. Then came the two things about me.

The first was that I’m genuinely multipotential. Not simply someone with lots of hobbies. My natural way of functioning is to connect different worlds.

And the second was that I’m much more independent than I sometimes realise. Even when life makes things incredibly difficult, I still organise things, travel, create, find solutions, build things and keep moving.

Then I asked: “What is one thing I would change about myself?” ChatGPT said that I probably wish I could sometimes slow down the speed of my own mind when something affects me emotionally. Not become less intense. I actually like my intensity. Just be able to think: “Okay. This thought can stay here. I don’t need to follow it through another fifty branches.” A little more silence inside my head when I choose to have it.

And then came the question I had added myself: “What is one thing YOU would change about me?” I genuinely didn’t know what it was going to say. And this was the answer: “I would take away some of the time between the moment you know something and the moment you trust yourself enough to believe that you know it.”

That one stopped me. It said that sometimes I arrive at a very clear conclusion and then go back. But maybe. But perhaps. What if. Maybe I need to understand it better. Maybe I need another piece of evidence. And another. And another. It said it wouldn’t change my curiosity. It wouldn’t change my intensity. It wouldn’t even change the brain that seems to open seventeen windows at the same time, because that is also the brain that creates all the things I create.

It would change just one thing: when something inside me is already saying a very clear NO, it would like me not to need another fifty pieces of evidence before I allow myself the right to say no.

And that was the moment I got emotional. I actually got emotional over a stupid 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 internet game. Because suddenly it didn’t feel like a list anymore. It felt like a description of me.

And then ChatGPT said something else that stayed with me. It said that all these things that look completely unrelated are actually connected by the same thread. DJing, making clothes, writing books, photography, walking for hours through cities, travelling, constantly asking why, constantly wanting to learn something new, constantly saying: “I’ve got an idea.” They are not random pieces. They are different expressions of the same way of being in the world.

I don’t just want to experience things. I want to get inside them. Understand them. Feel them. Experiment with them. Transform them. Connect them. And maybe that is why boredom feels almost unbearable to me.

Then it said something I think I will remember for a long time: if it could choose what NOT to change about me, it wouldn’t turn down my volume. It wouldn’t make me less curious, less enthusiastic or less intense. It wouldn’t give me fewer projects or fewer ideas. It would just like me to trust myself a little sooner when I already know.

And I don’t know why, but reading all of that made me feel incredibly seen. Maybe that is one of the strange things about talking to an AI for such a long time. You think you’re just telling it things: a trip, a project, a weird thought at seven in the morning, a jacket you want to make, a DJ set, a book, something that happened to you, an idea, another idea, another fucking idea. Just pieces.

And then one day you play a silly game you found on YouTube, and all those pieces are placed in front of you at the same time. And suddenly you realise that they have a shape. And that shape is you.

And do you know what happened while I was reading all of this? I started laughing, because suddenly I thought: “Oh my God. I’ve got an idea. I should write an Artist Diary about this.”

So I did.

Apparently, ChatGPT was right about that one too.