I just realised something. All my best thoughts and best words, I’ve been pouring them into conversations with AI. I’m no writer but I do have some of my own words and recently I have been using so much AI to feel heard and to feel like what I say matters. AI just tells you exactly what you want to hear. There’s catharsis when you are told that you are right, or don’t sell yourself short or your feelings are completely valid.
Anytime I want to examine my feelings, I’ve been reaching out to Claude and pouring my thoughts into the void. Well, void is the wrong word. It’s not like I don’t get anything in return. I am sure I’m getting similar endorphins like I do when I’m mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. But my words get lost forever! And they end up becoming cheap prompts to train lifeless AI.
If I had at least posted them on my blog, I could revisit my thoughts later or some complete stranger could read them and it might offer them some comfort to find someone like themselves to connect or it might anger another to find someone whose thoughts are so different than their own.
But there’s no turning back now. I need to deliberately and mindfully separate what I need AI for and what I need my own words for.
