AI ain’t going anywhere.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not a saint, I’m using it: I can see it’s purpose in helping me research topics, dissect book themes, curate detailed step-by-step instructions to make things, etc — but have we forgotten how to be human? I’ve tried using AI to “help make this or that more refined and brand-aligned” only to be left feeling empty, weak and emotionally vulnerable.
what the actual f…is not me.
I had a friend recently apologies to me over something that seriously bothered me. It was lengthy. Deep. In many ways exactly what I wanted to hear….But, it was so clearly written by AI.
It didn’t take me long to lose touch with the humaneness of what actually happened. This is what I feared in one of my recent YouTube episodes. I mentioned how we are all going to turn into AI bots talking to one another; real, meaningful discourse and engagement with — not only our own intuition & feelings — but others’, is becoming completely redundant. This more than scary. It’s terrifying. It’s somewhat apocalyptic.
It brings me great joy and a slight smirk towards The Machine knowing over the years I’ve written many heartfelt blog posts with shitty grammar and all, but ones that reflect my honest views on life (which you can read on my website joshsnyman.com/blog).
Like the many tattoos I regret getting, the blog posts now serve as a reminder, that although they are not perfect — and sometimes seem embarrassing — they are real, raw and an imprint into my evolution as an imperfectly perfect human walking the path.
To quote the legend himself, Gaiman quipped:
The moment that you feel, just possibly, you are walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind, and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself...That is the moment, you might be starting to get it right.
Context is everything.
We need to start appreciating AI for what it’s capable of doing and what it’s not (being human!). We need to embrace the struggle and resistance of, not only art — but being human. Everything in nature faces resistance. It’s a requirement for growth.