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On Autopilot

Pretty funny account of what all goes wrong when a person lets ChatGPT manage their daily schedule. It's a lot like letting a self-driving car lose in the middle of a busy downtown area. Everyone else is doing their own thing but the driver of the self-driving car has an tech overlord that decides what happens. Often nothing good comes out of it. The writer experiences the dissonance from disconnecting with regular people who are acting from their own recognizance  to do what they must and refrain from what they must not. Such is not the case with the person who has ceded agency to an AI bot

The thing about slowly doing shoulder rolls while Pachelbel’s Canon in D blares from your iPhone after you have spent 15 minutes playing with the dog in the sun and then a further 30 minutes carefully creating and consuming a turkey sandwich is that you can start to feel a chasm form between yourself and the people around you. In my case, my wife on the other side of the room is on a tight deadline after dealing with a variety of chores and errands I did not have time to help with due to my newfound dedication to ChatGPT. Unlike me, she did not have time to take a 60-minute break to play with the dog, slowly consume a turkey sandwich, take five minutes to focus on her breathing and then perform a variety of stretches to loosen herself ahead of the afternoon work sprint.

This writer wanted to see if the bot could help him become a productivity machine and the experiment proved that it could not. He wanted to live his life and be imperfect and not hyper-productive. That is what it generally takes to keep most people sane. 

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