I’m asking ChatGPT to help me sell some car gadgets I bought online, and it’s helping me design a flyer. That’s not cheating. That’s evolution.
My only viral article ever — The Art of Driving: Me versus My Dream — was about Lamborghini’s baffling betrayal: ditching manual transmissions across their legendary lineup. I was livid. Their entire mystique is built on the driver driving — not letting a computer do the fun bits.
So I turned to AI. I asked ChatGPT to sell me on the joy of driving a 5-speed, to remind me what I loved. It delivered an epic, emotional rally cry that shifted me into a new gear. Inspired, I posted it on Reddit as my very first post.
I was banned instantly.
"A.I. slop is spam," declared the mod. No appeal. No trial. Just digital exile.
In that moment, I realized how many still view AI as a threat — some sinister encroachment into the sacred realm of human creativity. There are people out there clutching their analog typewriters like they’re holy relics, determined to stay in the hinterland of ignorance, where progress is feared and AI is the villain.
Meanwhile, my father — a seasoned author — believes writing is what keeps us human. That it’s our thing. A line in the sand between man and machine. I get that. But let’s be honest: most of us already use spellcheck. I just want help organizing my chaotic thoughts and fixing my typos. That’s not selling out — that’s leveling up.
AI lets me write recklessly — fast, messy, unfiltered — because I know it’ll sweep up after me. It doesn’t get tired. It doesn’t need praise. It doesn’t charge by the hour. It’s like having an eternal editor who works for gratitude alone.
Imagine writing a screenplay in Sumerian. You can’t. That’s why this revolution is happening in English — the most expansive, versatile language on Earth. We’ve got 600,000+ words to play with. Compare that to French (200k), Latin (55k), Koine Greek (18k), or biblical Hebrew (under 10k). English is a consciousness accelerator.
That’s why AI trained in English is on a different level. And guess what? You’re lucky enough to be part of it.
But there's still stigma. People don’t want to be accused of using AI — as if it’s some kind of creative doping. But here’s the truth: if you’re using AI in your process, you owe it a mention. You don’t have to give it the byline, but at least invite it to the wrap party.
I once had a friend whisper a movie idea to me over dinner. “It’s worth a gazillion dollars,” he said, “but you can’t do anything with it.” I promised I wouldn’t. And I meant it.
But now? Now he could plug that half-baked idea into AI and get back a 90,000-word screenplay — treatment, character arcs, scene breakdowns and all — without ever involving me, or breaking that promise. AI kills the middleman, kills the wait, kills the excuse. It makes the idea real.
I tried it myself. I fed an idea into ChatGPT. It came back as a film treatment. I expanded it into a story — The One Who Found It — and posted both versions online. To my surprise, the treatment performed just as well as the polished narrative. That taught me something: AI-written templates are often better than my human-flavored edits. It stings, but it’s true. AI will embarrass you with how clean its drafts are.
But it’s not about replacing us. It’s about amplifying us. It makes the ridiculous possible. The sloppy, divine chaos of creation finally has a digital wingman.
Still, beware the AI witch hunts. I lost my Reddit account. Fought to get it back. Got ignored. Eventually reinstated — but only under the condition that I promise not to use AI in my posts. It's a game of cat-and-mouse now. And I'm a very fast mouse. Instead, I started r/WRXingaround, and I've never looked back!
Excerpt: The AI-Sold Joy of Driving a 5-Speed Manual
“Ah, the thrill of driving a 5-speed! It’s like dancing with your car — one minute you’re gliding in first, the next you’re popping into second like you just dropped the hottest mixtape of the year.
Every gear change is a relationship milestone: first is awkward, second is flirty, third is trust, fourth is commitment, and fifth is pure highway monogamy.
The clutch? It’s your secret handshake. It says: ‘You’re not just riding — you’re commanding.’
And when you nail the downshift? You feel like a god. Your passengers? Terrified. Impressed. Speechless.”
Let them ban it. Let them scoff. I’ll still be here — gears grinding, keys clicking, and AI riding shotgun.
Because for me, writing is sacred. But so is progress.
And AI is my favorite new pen.