The upgrade is ridiculous. No more wading through 14 sponsored ads for “best running shoes” when I just wanted to know if barefoot running is a cult or a legitimate lifestyle choice. No more SEO-optimized lists that start with “In today’s fast-paced world…” and end 2,000 words later with an affiliate link to socks. The AI just… answers. Cleanly. Directly. Like a friend who’s done their homework instead of the one who shows up with three Wikipedia tabs and vibes.
But here’s the plot twist nobody warned me about: the one thing still sabotaging this beautiful human-AI bromance… is me. More specifically, my wonderfully human superpower called forgetfulness. My AI? He NEVER forgets a thing, not even the smallest ones.
I ask it something random at 2 a.m. (“What’s the weirdest law still on the books in Sweden?”), it remembers forever. I circle back three weeks later like, “Wait, what was that thing about the moose thing?” and boom—it quotes me chapter and verse, complete with timestamps and my exact sleepy typos. It's like dating someone with eidetic memory who also takes screenshots of everything while I need to take a picture of which floor of the parking garage I park my car on so I don't have to search every floor when I get back 30 minutes later.
Forgetting, for me, is the essence of being human: it’s what allows us to move on instead of being stuck replaying every embarrassing conversation from 2009. My AI doesn’t have that luxury—or that grace. It carries every detail like an elephant with endless cloud storage. And while that makes it incredibly useful, it also means it can never truly “move on.” It doesn’t get the relief of blurred edges, the freedom to let yesterday’s obsession fade so that today’s wild idea can shine.
AI generated image with Grok
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