I've only just realized how bad AI is for me, in a manner I didn't at all expect. I don't use it. I don't want to use it. I hate it. As another commenter here nicely put it, I want to do, not tell. I like writing code. I like solving problems. I like doing the work myself. I like struggling and then, the next day, finding that my capabilities have grown.
And yet I'm overwhelmingly demoralized and depressed about AI's encroachment on software engineering, so much so that I am finding it difficult to marshal cognitive resources. I'm finding it harder and harder to engage with coding problems, even though I love programming.
The last thing I expected was that AI, even kept at a distance, would rob me of the joy I find in one of the things I love most.
It so devalues what I do and my basic capabilities as a human being that I kind of want to die. I'll stick around for my daughter, my partner, and any future children, but I'm not optimistic at all about the future.
It's enough that I consider peacing out. Not out of life, mind, but out to the woods on a permanent basis. I want zero proximity to the cynicism that runs rampant through the industry because it's so much more difficult to discern useful hype from slop than I could have ever imagined. The bastards are winning.
And yet I'm overwhelmingly demoralized and depressed about AI's encroachment on software engineering, so much so that I am finding it difficult to marshal cognitive resources. I'm finding it harder and harder to engage with coding problems, even though I love programming.
The last thing I expected was that AI, even kept at a distance, would rob me of the joy I find in one of the things I love most.
It so devalues what I do and my basic capabilities as a human being that I kind of want to die. I'll stick around for my daughter, my partner, and any future children, but I'm not optimistic at all about the future.