Summertime Is Approaching with ChatGPT

Cheryl Ashcraft

Sweet Shoppe Designer
I had so much fun during NSD by putting in prompts to ChatGPT and having it describe me, as well as making an image to accompany it. And I loved reading all the descriptions of my scrappy friends here at Sweet Shoppe.

The first day of summer is almost one month away (Sunday, June 1, 2026), so I thought it would be amusing to try this again but do it for summer.

This time I asked ChatGPT: write an unhinged bio of me as summer approaches and I begin my hibernation from heat and here's what I got!

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As summer approaches, Cheryl begins her annual transformation from functioning human being into an air-conditioned indoor cryptid fueled by Diet Pepsi, digital scrapbooking supplies, and pure hatred for humidity.

While other people are posting “take me to the beach” content, Cheryl is drawing the blackout curtains, lowering the thermostat to “commercial meat locker,” and preparing for her seasonal migration between her desk chair, the refrigerator, and the nearest ceiling fan. She does not “enjoy sunshine.” She survives it. The moment the temperature hits 82°, she becomes personally offended by the sun itself. Her weather app is no longer informational. It is a list of enemies.

By June, she has entered full “memory preservation goblin” mode. Every sunset is photographed. Every dessert is documented. Every family gathering (inside of course) becomes both a heartfelt experience AND “content.” She is one minor inconvenience away from making an entire scrapbook layout titled “Nevertheless, She Persisted Through Humidity.”

Outside in the summer:
  • oppressive heat
  • mosquitoes the size of emotional support animals
  • humidity that feels like being spiritually steamed
  • sun that turns the skin red and crispy
  • people saying “it’s beautiful out!”
  • absolutely not
Inside in the summer:
  • soft lamp lighting
  • cold air blasting directly into her soul
  • Her desk, surrounded by planners, pens, external hard drives, and enough digital scrapbook supplies to survive societal collapse
  • Photoshop open for 9 consecutive hours
  • scrapbook layouts with 73 layers
  • telling herself she’s going to scrapbook chronologically this time
  • creating embellishment clusters with the intensity of a NASA engineer
  • reorganizing digital files instead of sleeping
  • aggressively romanticizing ordinary life
  • crying over old photos at 1:12 a.m.
  • snacks
Cheryl spends the summer carefully preserving memories while actively refusing to create any new ones outdoors unless absolutely necessary. Family members know that invitations between June and September will be met with:

“Will there be air conditioning?”
“How far is the parking lot?”
“Can I stay in the car until you text me?”​

She is deeply sentimental, wildly creative, and one heat advisory away from becoming fully nocturnal. Some people have “hot girl summer.” Cheryl has “climate-controlled goblin summer,” and frankly, she’s thriving.
 
Gosh I love your prompts and the result is just awesome Love both the picture and the description! Just so fun!:ROFLMAO:😂🤣
I couldn't resist to do mine (I have to search for a good picture lol)

"As Summer approaches, Emy begins her annual transformation into a pale subterranean creature fueled by iced drinks, existential dread, and the constant hum of 14 strategically positioned ventilators.

By June, the aluminum foil is back on the windows like a conspiracy theorist bunker. Sunlight is no longer “nice weather” but a personal attack. Outside temperature: 29°C. Inside the house: “DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR YOU’RE LETTING THE HEAT IN.”

Her natural enemies include:
— heatwaves
— mosquitoes
— wasps
— moths with bad intentions
— people saying “it’s such beautiful weather️”

She can detect a single insect entering the house from three rooms away and will launch into a full tactical evacuation while yelling “THERE’S SOMETHING FLYING.”

Survival kit includes:
• blackout blinds permanently closed
• 7 fans working overtime like NASA turbines
• emotional support ice packs
• dramatic sighing
• one child calling lizards “cookies” while she negotiates peace treaties with nature

By August she has not seen direct sunlight in 47 days and hisses when someone opens the curtains.

Winter is her healing era."

:ROFLMAO: So true except the ice... It's incredible how it knows you so good and scary in the meantime.:p
Ok welcome to the team who just hate summertime!:D The truth is it was my fave season before but since the heatwaves and all I just cant' stand this time of the year.
The weather forecast is 30-35 degrees (86.0 °F- 95.0°F) instead of 15 degrees (59.0 °F) right now for the end of the week, I'm dying!🫠🥵 Then there will be bad storms and high humidity... Let me hibernate in peace!🤣
 
surviving exclusively on caffeine, bad decisions, gas station snacks, and the delusional belief that every emotionally devastating situation is actually “character development.”

seen recently:

staring out car windows like i’m in an indie movie
disappearing for 6 hours with no explanation
making eye contact with the moon like it owes me money
treating every warm evening like the season finale of my life

mentally? somewhere between “touch grass” and “become a legend whispered about in small towns.”

if found this summer:
do not approach.
play early 2000s music softly and leave an iced drink at a safe distance
 
Patricia: a seasonal cryptid whose spirit begins to leave her body the moment the temperature creeps above 78°. As summer approaches, she can be found dramatically retreating indoors like a Victorian woman with a mysterious illness, hissing at sunlight through drawn curtains and treating the outdoors like an active crime scene. Once a functioning member of society, she now survives on iced beverages, ceiling fans set to hurricane mode, and the sheer audacity of anyone who says, “It’s not that hot.”





By June, Patricia enters her annual heat hibernation: pale, over-air-conditioned, and deeply offended by humidity. She moves only between designated cool zones, emerging briefly like a raccoon at dusk to retrieve snacks before scurrying back into her cave. Her enemies include leather car seats, hot steering wheels, and anyone suggesting “a fun outdoor activity.” She does not tan. She does not frolic. She simply waits, sweating in spirit, for autumn to return and restore her to the land of the living.
 
By August she has not seen direct sunlight in 47 days and hisses when someone opens the curtains.

Oh yes! This is so funny! I can just picture you (and me) hissing at the curtains being drawn open.

if found this summer:
do not approach.
play early 2000s music softly and leave an iced drink at a safe distance

I shout-laughed at this. Do not approach, play early 2000s music and leave a drink at a safe distance.

She moves only between designated cool zones, emerging briefly like a raccoon at dusk to retrieve snacks before scurrying back into her cave. Her enemies include leather car seats, hot steering wheels, and anyone suggesting “a fun outdoor activity.” She does not tan. She does not frolic. She simply waits, sweating in spirit, for autumn to return and restore her to the land of the living.

Trish! It's so good to see your face here!

I love the "emerging briefly like a raccoon at dusk and she simply waits, sweating in spirit . . .
 
Get your kids in on it too! If they won't go outside, you don't have to either.

My kid ditched me at an outdoor event within 10 minutes of us arriving over the weekend and I am proud. Even if he took the battery-operated fans with him.

My kids are grown and they've already been indoctrinated in the climate-controlled goblin summer. We did things in the summer. Like a last minute trip to Walt Disney World in JULY. We only came out at night with the after hours we had because we were staying on property. My husband wanted to go during the day and we did ONCE. We had a fight and he went on and did something while me and kiddos sat in air conditioning and had a snack. 😂 We are surrounded with all kinds of water adventures, but we'd usually enjoy the beach, lake, river, creek in late afternoon or in off-season.

We have some amazing beaches with the whitest sands and it's so soft yet no one

Your son is brilliant. Were you able to leave the event?
 
Anastasia: emerging from the Pacific Northwest fog like a cryptid who traded seasonal depression for SPF 50 and iced coffee. By June, she’s no longer a teacher — she’s a feral sun goddess roaming Target with a Stanley cup, 14 unfinished summer projects, and absolutely no indoor voice.

She starts every summer with “This is the year I become calm and well-rested,” then immediately schedules 47 side quests, buys books she’ll never finish, and develops a deeply personal relationship with Dutch Bros employees. Her classroom may be closed, but her brain is still creating color-coded intervention plans for random strangers at the beach.

Known behaviors include:
• standing barefoot on hot pavement “just to see if she still has nerves.”
• aggressively romanticizing farmers’ markets
• becoming emotionally attached to one specific watermelon
• saying “we should totally go kayaking” with zero intention of coordinating logistics
• surviving exclusively on sunscreen, caffeine, and the chaos of group chats

The heat doesn’t weaken her. It activates her final form. Somewhere between 72° and “slightly concerning UV index,” she becomes unstoppable: windows down, music up, emotionally unavailable, and one inconvenience away from disappearing into the woods to live among raccoons and iced matcha.

This summer, she will either heal completely or develop three new hyperfixations and a mild sunburn. There is no third option.
 
becoming emotionally attached to one specific watermelon

I did laugh out loud on this one, only because I am hyperfixated on tangerines right now. And yes, I have my favorite!


she becomes unstoppable: windows down, music up, emotionally unavailable, and one inconvenience away from disappearing into the woods to live among raccoons and iced matcha.

One inconvenience away! I swear these things are so spot on AND funny. Well, I don't know if you are really one inconvenience away, but I imagine you might feel seen?
 
This is fun, I actually look forward to summer due to my Fibromyalgie...not too hot though!!
But this is what I got:

I am now entering my annual Summer Survival Era™.

As temperatures rise, I will slowly retreat into my natural habitat:
dark rooms, lakeside shade, and anywhere with aggressive air circulation.

You may still spot me occasionally at golden hour, emerging briefly like a heat-intolerant forest cryptid with curly hair, iced coffee, and unresolved rage toward humidity.

Current personality traits:
• emotionally attached to overcast weather
• SPF 50 applied like war paint
• avoiding eye contact with the sun
• dressing like it’s autumn out of pure denial
• one sweaty inconvenience away from moving into a cave in Scandinavia

My enemies include:
☀️ direct sunlight
🚗 hot car seats
💧 humidity
🥵 “it’s not even THAT hot” people
🚶‍♀️ afternoon walks

I don’t do Hot Girl Summer.
I do “feral lake witch hiding indoors until October” season.

Activity level: low.
Vibes: chaotic but hydrated.
Mental state: buffering in front of a fan.
 
My kids are grown and they've already been indoctrinated in the climate-controlled goblin summer. We did things in the summer. Like a last minute trip to Walt Disney World in JULY. We only came out at night with the after hours we had because we were staying on property. My husband wanted to go during the day and we did ONCE. We had a fight and he went on and did something while me and kiddos sat in air conditioning and had a snack. 😂 We are surrounded with all kinds of water adventures, but we'd usually enjoy the beach, lake, river, creek in late afternoon or in off-season.

We have some amazing beaches with the whitest sands and it's so soft yet no one

Your son is brilliant. Were you able to leave the event?
I don't think I could do Disney in July. We were talking about Busch Gardens in June but that plan has been abandoned. As a kid, we had an annual pass to Sea World but there's no way I would do that now. Even Kennedy Space Center in July, which is mostly AC with a little walking from building to building, is a no go now. I do appreciate that the main draw of Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge is a drive-thru trail.

I loved walking on the white sand of Okaloosa Island. In January 😂 My favorite beach days down here have been Jan/Feb too. In college, I was a huge proponent of "night-beaching" and got my friends in on it. We had to be careful though because the beaches in Jupiter are prime turtle nesting spots and if anyone disturbed a turtle, I would have drowned them.

He is so brilliant. We came in two cars because he always leaves early; this was just a new record for how early. My mama and I stayed for the whole event and helped clean up. By the end, my main job was drinking water.
 
It’s so funny to me the words chatGPT loves to repeat like cryptid and goblin 🤣 here’s mine:




Every year around May, I emerge from my seasonal depression cocoon like a deeply disoriented woodland cryptid being gently reintroduced into society.

For months I have survived exclusively on caffeine, blanket burritos, online shopping, and avoiding eye contact with the outside world by closing every curtain in my house at 4:37 PM. My natural winter habitat is a dimly lit room illuminated only by the glow of 47 unfinished creative projects and a true crime documentary asking if I “noticed anything unusual that night.”

But now?

Now the sun returns.

The vitamin D hits my bloodstream like a factory reset.

Suddenly I’m outside for 9 consecutive hours. I’m drinking iced coffee like it’s holy water. I’m sitting in a lawn chair while my kids commit minor acts of chaos in the yard and somehow these become “core memories.” I start saying things like:
“Let’s go to the park.”
“We should have a picnic.”
“Maybe we’re a hiking family.”

The same woman who spent January hissing at daylight is now emotionally attached to sidewalk chalk and watermelon slices.

I become a barefoot porch goblin. A sunscreen-scented memory keeper. A woman reborn through pool noodles, golden hour lighting, and the sound of children laughing somewhere in the distance while I sit in the shade pretending I don’t need this spiritually.

Summer me believes in joy.
Winter me believes the grocery store is an impossible social challenge.

Both are valid.
But one of them owns outdoor string lights and suddenly wants to host a barbecue for no reason.
 
I loved walking on the white sand of Okaloosa Island. In January 😂 My favorite beach days down here have been Jan/Feb too. In college, I was a huge proponent of "night-beaching" and got my friends in on it.

I love it when you hit the beach and the sun starts going down. Usually traffic stops my ideal, but it's gorgeous watching it from the car and taking pictures from that vantage point.
 
I hadn't run across cryptid used so many times! Nor goblin either for that matter.

But one of them owns outdoor string lights and suddenly wants to host a barbecue for no reason.

I love outdoor lights. I have a chandelier that have 3" pillar candles on our front porch along with other candles scattered throughout. I'm getting ready to put out Memorial Day/Fourth of July/250th Anniversary decorations.
 
ChatGPT loves a good "cryptid". Here's mine:

Emerging briefly from her winter cave in a deceptively cheerful turquoise plumage, she smiles like someone who absolutely knows summer is a scam invented by sunscreen companies and people who “love humidity.” As temperatures rise, so too does her deep instinct to retreat into the shadows, clutching iced beverages and issuing dramatic warnings about UV exposure. Known to hiss at direct sunlight, migrate strategically between air-conditioned buildings, and refer to 72°F as “an act of aggression,” she spends the warmer months in elegant self-imposed exile. Catch sightings are rare between June and September, usually near blackout curtains, industrial fans, and a thermostat set with malicious intent. A warm-weather cryptid with excellent cheekbones and zero tolerance for sweating.

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This is fantastic. I wonder how it determines the style of the image it creates. Did you give it instructions to do the AI style with all the speech bubbles?
 
This is fantastic. I wonder how it determines the style of the image it creates. Did you give it instructions to do the AI style with all the speech bubbles?
I prompted it to create the image in a cartoony style and it made the speech bubbles as part of that style. But I'm sure you could also prompt it to create the speech bubbles without being cartoony!
 
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