rest gpt

after a year of paying for chatgpt, i find myself intensely exerting myself in every task. 

a policy paper to write? deep research that shit like a doctoral dissertation.

a memo to prepare? architect the prompt paragraph by paragraph.

a workout to do? report how it felt and how to improve the biomechanics after every set.

a weird noise of the car? have it search for the right spare part code.

a tweet to post? analyze the subtext of every word.

a decision to make? brainstorm the hell out of it.

there's no denying, chatgpt has been extremely helpful. it helped me systematize my insight and automate my daily mundanities. it's my daily oracle, my personal jesus. sure, at times it spews the wrong response. at least, it helped me become a more critical reader. but still, by and large, it's been the most significant subscription i've had thus far.

unfortunately, i over-optimized the capabilities of chatgpt too much that i'm burning out. i spend twice the amount of a netflix subscription, orders of magnitude higher than my icloud, youtube premium and spotify subscription fees - i need to maximize the price spent.

at first, most of my screen time was spent on the chatgpt app or the web interface. and that was when chatgpt-o1 was the most advanced model available. now, we're at 5.4 and it's way more convincing. as i pushed chatgpt to the limits, hoping to make the most out of the money spent, i was unaware that i was paying a different price: the cost of cognition.

a year later, after the many over-engineered prompts, after the long context windows, i'm spent.

i've gotten to the point where time away from chatgpt feels like relief. a break from having intense intelligence. an off season of sorts. chatgpt is untiring, maybe that's why it's intelligence is artificial.

because maybe, real intelligence needs rest.

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