So I Made a Resolution to Give Up ChatGPT

In late April, the day a sense of summer was creeping in, I made a resolution to give up ChatGPT.

I had been producing a lot of English passages, at least for me, as an English learner, a college student, and a blogger. Most of them had eventually passed through ChatGPT’s filter, being reborn as perfect forms.

And what? What stayed with me?

It was true that the passages had enough quality to obtain high grades. It was true that I had been pleased with the flawless, good-looking articles posted on my website.

And what? Could I truly say I was a writer with sheer confidence?

No.

If I were paid as a professional writer, if quickly publishing a lot of high-quality articles really mattered, I would have to treat ChatGPT as my right hand to spare my time for parties.

But I am not. I am not a professional writer. I am just an amateur, incomplete writer with a poor vocabulary. I cannot complete even one short sentence without introducing any grammatical issues. I cannot find just a word saying what I want to say without straying across a dictionary for hours.

I have enjoyed all of that. It is a delight to express what I feel, struggling with everything all writers would struggle with. Decorating my website with perfect, brilliant, and AI-made articles is not my wish. Poor, stupid, but genuine articles like this that I want to create.

So I made a resolution to give up ChatGPT.

I would feel anxious with the loneliness that I have to confront all the challenges the writing process can cause. I would be tempted to talk to ChatGPT again. But all I have to do is that I brace myself.

Be authentic. I am a writer.