As I sit down to write, I'm torn between admiration and frustration when it comes to AI. I feel like I’ve a love and hate relationship with AI. I do use AI chatbots as almost everyone for one purpose or another, but sometimes I feel like it annoys me more than it helps me. Not that it annoys me directly (obviously why would it?) but the people who use it for the whole wrong purposes.
I'm the kind of person who loves reading opinion pieces more than fiction stories. And for this same purpose, I've been a regular reader of 'The Guardian' and 'The New York Times', to name a few. Whenever I had a topic in mind, a quick google search would turn up a whole range of articles, not just from the sources mentioned above. It was fun reading different perspectives (which, obviously, we humans form from our own rich past experiences and knowledge). This reading experience is, in itself, a way to shape our own mindset. I'm sure a lot of you would agree with me on this. There's something fascinating about reading words that flow straight from someone's innermost thoughts. Every single word and sentence is a glimpse into the writer's world, their perspective and experiences. It's personal, it's human.
My Gripes with Robot Writers
Now that our AI Chabots can generate an article in seconds, everyone suddenly claims to be a blogger or writer (whatever you prefer to call it), and no, I don't call myself one (not even in my wildest dreams) - no offense to the real writers and bloggers out there who truly earn their title!. When I'm in the mood to read opinion pieces or simple 'how to' articles, I often come across content filled with cliched phrases AI can’t get enough of (for reasons unknown to me)
Phrases like:
- ‘Let's dive into…’
- ‘In the realm of…’
- ‘In today's world…’
- ‘In the ever-evolving landscape of…’
- ‘In this era of…’
And the list goes on and on. These overused phrases immediately put me off. While reading something, I always form (consciously or unconsciously) a connection to the writer. With AI-generated content, that connection is lost. It feels more like talking to a robot than a person. Sure, the language is flawless, the structure is perfect, and the information is obviously accurate (most of the time), but it feels soulless.
It's like looking at a stunning piece of art that somehow lacks any real emotion.
It's a bit disheartening, honestly. I really miss that human touch, that flawed yet genuine voice that only we humans can bring to our writing.
My Love with AI
While, as I said earlier, I'm not a fan of AI-generated content, I have to admit that AI has evolved into a necessary tool for me while I write. It's a curious contradiction, really. Even though I prefer to handle the creative core myself, I'm happy to have AI help me with the extra stuff that surrounds writing. It helps me brainstorm ideas. Sometimes, when I'm stuck and can't think of what to write next, AI suggests topics that I might have overlooked. Then there's the editing process. Writing can be a messy affair. When a word or sentence strikes my mind (out of nowhere), a quick query to my favorite chatbot lets me know if it makes sense or not. This is something that used to take me a couple of minutes to hours to figure out before AI came along.
The Dilemma
So here I am, caught in this love-hate relationship with AI. I enjoy how AI reduces my workload and frees me up to focus on the more artistic parts of writing. but I also complain about the loss of human-written pieces that used to offer a genuine glimpse into someone's mind.
It's a strange balance. I miss the times when each item I read felt like a personal letter from the author. In the end, I guess, it's all about finding that middle ground. Embracing the benefits of AI while making an effort to maintain a human touch in our writing. By using AI to improve our writing experience and not ruining others' reading experience, we can certainly ensure that our work remains intimate and personal. After all, AI would never be able to fully replace the imagination and a personal touch of a human writer, no matter how sophisticated it gets. And maybe, just maybe, that's something worth holding onto.
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Khan
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The Phenomenal Life
I got my wish. After nine years of struggling and being independent, getting many jobs. I was working ever since high school, never knew I could be that independent. in fact I started high school early and college early. During those nine years I found that college was the only way to live a phenomenal life. College was the key to a raise. College was key to being somebody. Even my bosses told me that what separates them from me was a degree and that's why they got paid more. And if I wanted to get married someday that college must be a goal. My father taught me that I should be the smartest I could possibly be. So when I got my chance to finish college. I took it with great ambitions and great respect. I was gonna be the smartest I could possibly be. At the beginning it was every a test, I was praying that I did not fail. And I never made lower than a B and sometimes even 100s and A's in fact I made straight A's like in high school, middle school., and elementary school. And Harvard wanted to give me a full ride, Ivy League's University of Pennsylvania and Thee Morehouse College contacted me after my first semester. I also got into the International Honor Society. I was just trying to live again to get my old life back again being that smart student that breaks barriers. And that's when I met Mindy, Mindy was awesome simply put. She was smart and attractive. And I wanted her ever since I laid eyes upon her at the library, we hit it off and on and on and off. And some of the women at college were lovely and they presented from a distance but they knew what they wanted and wanted what they knew. I think I met more women from different backgrounds from college than high school. I now see the beauty of the melting pot and in sociology I found out that you cannot judge anybody accurately unless you know them and understand where they came from. Everybody guess wrong when we tried to decide the ethnicity and our teacher said see that's why you don't judge somebody based on what you see. I remember scoring higher than MBAs at the top community college. My business professor wanted me to get a business degree but I set my eyes on health. Health was the reason I went back to college. Health drove my ambitions even though I easily scored hundreds in business classes. Something about health particular made me curious and that is what college is all about. Maybe because my father had me read this book on marriage which I read in a couple of hours about three to four hundreds pages. And I gave him an oral report about what the book talks about. Maybe because my parents divorced got the best of me. Maybe because I wanted to live long. That was the phenomenal life to me was to explore health and I graduated at the top of my class with the same high GPA as high school 3.6GPA with distinction. And my father wanted me to go further and yes the women were more attracted to a guy with a future and a degree especially honors. But I would never tell because I wanted to be the best I could be so I started from scratch with Social Work. Everyday I was the only man or one of the only minorities and at this historic college, there were more women than men. I found out not just how smart women are but how funny, clever and friendly. They were in every form lovely and their smarts made them beautiful. They playfully acted out and were their selves and I enjoyed their company. You know sometimes I did projects just because I enjoyed their company. And I volunteered freely especially waiting for the buses. I learned to naturally make friends since your grade depended on it. Some women wore yoga pants, daisy dukes, whatever. And that made concentration hard. But I graduated right along with the beautiful women, who did not mind having class parties and expressing themselves, I remember that semester I was in class again and again with thee hottie. She was lovely and a distraction and we became friends M.O. I was always tempted to asked her out but never did. I asked out a tutor and it was red alert but the head tutor understood and she knew it was just apart of life. M.O. I would hold the door for her, joke around her, and let her cut in front of me. We were just friends even at graduation again with honors and close to 3.6GPA. And so I waited two years and went again Masters, it was short. But I proved myself to be scholar among smart peers. I never was pushed so far in my limits. And the food was enjoyable and the coffee, I learned to make keriug coffee. And I made a friends with smart women. And it happened, just when I went for the door my hands that my hands laid upon hers. And I was shocked and aroused but she woke me up and I apologized. From that date on, I did compliment her. And we talked she did not like too young men but I kept my respect. And I felt proud of my ambition being met and I became a teacher, which gave me the phenomenal life.
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The way how you see love and feel it is brilliant. I subscribed you to give my support and I welcome you to read my ones too 🥰!
This is a well-thought-out and written piece! I respect AI as a tool in a lot of scenarios, but it becomes a problem when it stops being a tool to help humans with their work and starts doing the work for them for sure.
I think you are using AI in the appropriate ways from what I'm hearing from you. "Many" are not, unfortunately, which is leading to the rise of "AI Junk". However, when AI is used based on its design, it can be a great tool!
I am 74 years old. I write my own stories probably because my journalism professor at Cal State LA hammered it into my head. He was against yellow journalisism. Big time. I worked put myself through college studying nursing, journalism, business, computers, art, film, photography etc. I attended college from 18 years old yo age 51. I remember going to LA library and East LA library to research papers, sometimes carrying home 10 books to read and research for my thesis papers. I remember working on a paper on my IBM typewriter til 4am. Complete it then realize I made 5 typos. So I started all over from scratch but still had my notes from reading through 10 books. I go to work at The LA Times that morning then to class that evening. Turning in my thesis. So many times I have done that. So, you are going by phrases to determine if someone uses AI to write their story? I honestly think you should research more. Go to the library check out 10 books. I use AI for research not to write my stories. I use it for drawing certain photos. I also use it for quotes. But no yellow journalism. Only who what when where and truth. So I love computers and I love AI. I no longer have to check out ten books to see if my professor can sue me for plagiarism. 😂AI is not scary to me. I embrace techmolat 74 years old. Step back, walk into the time machine to 1978 just saying
Interesting and delicious content. Keep posting more
You nailed it the way you described AI-generated content,"but it feels soulless." It is such a big turn-off for me when it's obvious and the author hasn't disclosed it. I don't like it, need it, or use it, but thank you for writing and sharing your story!