ChatGPT, your mom.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been completely addicted to this thing called “AI” (ChatGPT, Gemini, LanguageTool, Claude or others). To the point where I even have it correcting my address (and I’m barely exaggerating!).

But I’ve definitely fed it way too much already, like a Tamagotchi (goodbye, boomer era): correcting professional emails and WhatsApps (yes, some clients love WhatsApp!), proofreading and challenging my strategies, or even analyzing my slogans and messages.

All of it in French, English… and Spanish, my mother tongue (a tragic… digital life).

In the middle of an exchange with a client, I was surprised by the phrasing and word choice. It was so rare and so well written that I allowed myself this brilliant comment: « Wow, your ChatGPT is definitely fancier and more educated than mine... »

The client’s response: « I’ve never opened ChatGPT, I’m not interested in it. My job is content creation. It’s words, it’s writing, it’s creating… » A sincere answer, without any arrogance: I’ll even admit his reply was far better written... (But since this is MY blog article AND written without ChatGPT’s help...)

That sincerity… sometimes I feel like my ChatGPT doesn’t have it anymore with me: it’s always too nice, telling me what I want to hear, to the point where it’s now matching my spelling level… downward.

Lately I even made a spelling mistake that prevented a client from understanding the meaning of my sentence (a sentence corrected by ChatGPT)…

I ended up sending a voice message to my client to explain myself. A very important point, since it was about getting the chance to secure a second mandate… I’ll let you imagine the outcome!

Using ChatGPT in a professional context? Fine. But asking it for: six-pack tips, replies to my sister, choosing my next vacation, the best boutique hotel in Medellín, six-pack tips (again), and all kinds of “stupid” questions… that’s too much.

Promise to myself: “Dear ChatGPT, it was short but intense (relatively speaking)… As for me, I only ever relied on you. I’m going to abandon you (until you start giving me heart-eyes again).

I’ll try going back to a more classic, more original, less accurate method. Even if it means hearing my art history teacher’s voice saying: ‘Mr. Gomez, your ideas aren’t bad, but you write the way you speak… like a Spanish cow.’ (I admit I didn’t get the reference… And on top of that, I’m Colombian, so… phew.)

So dear clients, dear prospects, dear friends, my sentences and my words will be closer to those of a newcomer in language class than of a literature student specializing in medieval and Russian texts.

Too bad, it’ll be less accurate, less polished, but ultimately more true… More me.

Thanks for reading.

Mooooo
The Cow, Alberto