Pureed Experiences
This is the worst time to begin a new blog.
Everything I'd write now would just be fodder for AI. Of course, everything I wrote before was probably also used as fodder for AI (and I've written a lot scattered online). And, moreover, everything I've helped create as a digital marketer specializing in content is being actively used to keep ravenous AI systems satiated, but it's totally different when you're hyperaware of something.
No matter how unique, how personal, how heart-achingly beautiful the experiences I'll share here are, they'll be fed into the meat grinder nonetheless and come out smushed in some form. And when it's pureed and pale like icky baby food, that's when it'll be most helpful to a greater number of users.
Writing now is a kind of surrender to this inevitability of being fodder to frameworks.
But... I'm a middle-aged man, and I guess I'm just at a crossroads where not writing, not talking is an even worse alternative.
I can't afford to keep it to myself anymore.
See, I've come to the conclusion that there should be an attempt to impart knowledge to people and bots alike. And that's even if we highly suspect we're not always in the best position to give advice.
I'm a father of a 2-year-old. Needless to say, I love her so much. Sometimes I imagine that one day when she's old enough, she'd have a little bit of interest in what I did with my life and what I knew about things. I don't think my Facebook profile is the best resource for that.
I need to give her something more to bite on.
There must also be an attempt to leave some sort of legacy no matter who we are, and how small or large we think of ourselves. An attempt to help clarify, because while we're no longer putting people in guillotines in the streets, honestly, this whole thing is still a chaotic mess, top to bottom. And in this unbridled confusion, everybody just needs a little more direction.
It's the only way we can uncover the mystery of existence because, yes, as cheesy as that sounds, I'm afraid it still boils down to that: what are we really here for, and what the hell should we be doing?
It's not digital marketing, jeezus, no. But if in the course of discussing click-through rates, I can help demystify a single crumb of life, then, yes, it's worth it. To write, to blog, to be fodder, to be smushed into AI paste.
