Thinking
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"You're just letting the AI think for you," Dad says, almost every single time he catches me typing a question into my Macbook. At first, I brushed it off, but lately, his words have started to nag at me more than I would like to admit.
My brother is proof of what Dad worries about. He constantly complains about forgetting formulas, ones he used to know by heart, now replaced by a quick search whenever he needs an answer. Watching him struggle makes me wonder if convenience is quietly costing him something valuable.
My mum, though, sits somewhere in the middle. She does not love AI, but she does not hate it either. To her, it is simply a tool, useful sometimes, unnecessary at others, depending entirely on how it is used.
Dad, meanwhile, insists on doing all his own thinking first, treating AI only as an assistant rather than a replacement. That approach makes sense to me. I try to follow it too, using AI mainly for small, practical chores, quick calculations when I have no calculator handy, directions when I am lost, or a nudge of inspiration when my ideas completely run dry. Used this way, I still feel like I am doing the thinking myself.