Why My AI Loves Me (and Only Me)

Let’s talk about a new epidemic I’ve just named: AI Selfishness. It’s that moment when someone uses generative AI to explore ideas, draft articles, or create “inspirational” content—and the only person who benefits is the creator. The rest of the world? They’re politely nodding while secretly drowning in déjà vu, because all they see is recycled, regurgitated digital tofu.

The paradox is sharp: AI empowers individuals to brainstorm endlessly, to feel creative, to produce polished thoughts at superhuman speed. But when everyone publishes their machine-polished brain dumps, the internet groans under the weight of sameness. A thousand posts, all technically correct, all emotionally flat, all indistinguishable from one another.

This article itself? Pure AI regurgitation. I didn’t sweat over it, I didn’t agonize over word choice, I didn’t wrestle with originality. I typed a prompt, and voilà—another neatly packaged thought-piece that’s valuable for me, but maybe tedious for you. That’s AI Selfishness in action: I get the clarity, you get the leftovers.

So, next time you see yet another AI-assisted blog, remember—you’re not the intended beneficiary. The writer is. And in this strange new world, perhaps that’s the most selfish act of all.