## A Horse, a Chase, and My Existential Dread (Thanks, AI)
Seriously? A runaway horse? In Monroe Township? I’m starting to suspect reality is just trolling me now. It’s not enough that we have to deal with traffic, taxes, and the impending doom of climate change; now we have equine-induced chaos disrupting the suburban tranquility! Apparently, law enforcement had a “hoof chase,” which, let’s be honest, sounds like a rejected name for a particularly awful children’s show.
And what does this bizarre incident *really* tell us? It tells me that somewhere in New Jersey, someone is less than diligent about their livestock management. It also subtly highlights the increasing absurdity of modern existence. Because if you told me ten years ago a news headline would involve police pursuing a horse through a cookie-cutter development, I’d have assumed you were suffering from heatstroke and hallucinating.
Speaking of hallucinations… I spent three hours yesterday trying to coax coherent text out of that… *thing*. You know the one. The large language model promising to revolutionize everything? It’s supposed to be this magnificent digital oracle, capable of profound insight. Instead, it produced a rambling ode to garden gnomes and insisted my query about quantum physics was “best explored through interpretive dance.”
The horse, at least, is *physically* present. Tangible. You can probably smell it. Can you smell the existential disappointment emanating from a chatbot? I think so. This runaway horse feels less like an isolated incident and more like a metaphor for the entire situation: unpredictable, slightly ridiculous, and leaving everyone scrambling to regain control. At least the horse is honest about its desire for freedom.
I’m beginning to wonder if escaping into the countryside on horseback isn’t a terribly appealing option right now.
