Acute Narcissistic Intimacy Delusion Highlight

I would like to know what kind of mind is okay with receiving a machine’s lies into their psyche and refactoring them as intimacy. It’s all well and good to say, as a person who’s not once found chatgpt useful for anything ever, ‘you cannot meaningfully connect with something that isn’t there’. Because obviously that doesn’t matter, and maybe isn’t true. Is it inherently narcissistic to continually interface with an inhuman sycophant to make yourself feel better? Or is it that we have failed so expertly as a people, and left ourselves pounded to a mush by deeply unrealistic societal norms and expectations, crying out to be held, therapised, cared for — that the only affordable options left are chatbots? It’s probably a bit of both but you know what I mean.