[Esp./Eng.] La Paradoja del Perfeccionista: Señalado por la Virtud, Acusado por la Herramienta. || The Perfectionist's Paradox: Praised for Virtue, Accused of the Tool.
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La Paradoja del Perfeccionista:
Señalado por la Virtud, Acusado por la Herramienta
Hola, comunidades de HIVE.
Hoy no escribo para presentar una historia o un análisis técnico o responder a una iniciativa. Hoy escribo desde un lugar más personal, para desahogar algo que me presiona el pecho. Quiero hablarles de una condición que me ha definido desde niño, una que me ha traído tanto logros como soledades…, el perfeccionismo obsesivo.
El Arquitecto Interno: Una Vida en Ángulos Rectos
Desde que tengo uso de razón, he vivido con un arquitecto dentro de mí. Un arquitecto que exige precisión en cada trazo. Se manifestó en mis láminas de dibujo técnico, siempre inmaculadas y exactas, igual que las maquetas en madera balsa que diseñé. Se refleja en mi forma de hablar y escribir, buscando siempre la palabra precisa, la estructura gramatical perfecta. Gobierna mi forma de conducir, apegado a la norma no por miedo a la multa, sino por la belleza inherente del orden. En mi hogar, cada objeto tiene su lugar designado, creando una armonía visual que calma mi mente.
¿Qué cómo logré obtener láminas en el dibujo técnico-mecánico con mi deficiencia visual? Pues, la utilización de lupas iluminadas, reglas, compases (bigotera, precisión) y escuadras marca Roting; así cómo los lápices adecuados, desde los 6H hasta los 6B pasando por los intermedios HB. Buena iluminación del tipo fluorescente porque para la época no existía la iluminación led. El perfeccionamiento requiere de equipo adecuado.
Recuerdo mis días de estudiante, enfrentándome a los exámenes con un bolígrafo como única arma. Yo, no me permitía el lujo del error, del borrón, de la duda. Lo que se escribía, era. Y punto. Esta disciplina me trajo excelencia académica, pero me pasó una factura social. El "tipo inteligente con gafas" rara vez es el alma de la fiesta. Como bien podría decir Sheldon Cooper, en la serie para TV “Young Sheldon”; con quien a menudo me identifico. La optimización intelectual no siempre se correlaciona con la popularidad.
Pero lo que pocos ven es el coste energético de esta búsqueda incesante de la perfección. Es un motor que consume enormes cantidades de combustible mental y físico, un esfuerzo titánico que, la mayoría de las veces, pasa desapercibido y, por tanto, no es valorado.
El Fruto de la Obsesión: Hitos en el Camino
Este impulso me ha llevado lejos. Cuando en las Olimpiadas Matemáticas Nacionales de Venezuela, de un universo de 50000 estudiantes, quedamos solo cinco finalistas, yo era el único procedente de una institución pública tipo C. Un logro que nos coronó a los cinco como ganadores, las otras instituciones privadas no quisieron seguir en la contienda, vaya a saber el por qué. Cuando emigré a Canadá y necesité aprender los idiomas oficiales, un requisito indispensable para obtener la ciudadanía. No solo obtuve la máxima calificación (9/10) en inglés y francés, sino que al poco tiempo era yo quien lideraba los campamentos para los recién llegados. En la universidad, mi atención no estaba en tomar notas, sino en cazar los errores de profesores y preparadores, no por arrogancia, sino porque mi mente está programada para detectar la desviación del patrón, el error…
Freepik
Como dijo una vez la investigadora y escritora Brené Brown, a menudo confundimos este rasgo, cito textualmente de su Obra "Los dones de la imperfección":
"El perfeccionismo no es lo mismo que esforzarse por ser el mejor. El perfeccionismo es la creencia de que, si vivimos perfectos, nos vemos perfectos y actuamos perfectos, podemos minimizar o evitar el dolor de la culpa, el juicio y la vergüenza."
Quizás, en el fondo, mi perfeccionismo ha sido siempre un escudo.
El Crisol Digital: Cuando la Virtud se Vuelve Sospecha
Y entonces llegué a HIVE. Un ecosistema que, en teoría, valora el contenido de calidad. Aquí, mi naturaleza perfeccionista encontró un espacio perfecto para publicaciones bien estructuradas, comentarios argumentados, una obsesión por la gramática y la ortografía. Sin embargo, la paradoja no tardó en aparecer. Se me empezó a señalar precisamente por aquello que considero mis mayores fortalezas.
He ofrecido correcciones a otros autores, siempre con la intención de ayudar, pero he aprendido por la vía difícil que a la gente no le gusta que se le cuestione. Se interpreta como pedantería, no como un deseo genuino de mejorar la calidad colectiva. Pero bueno, así es la humanidad promedio.
La ironía alcanzó su punto álgido recientemente. Tomé un escrito mío del año 2018, de mis inicios en esta plataforma, lo escaneé por detectores modernos, como ese que utilizan algunos moderadores en las diferentes Comunidades, sobre todo Latina y habla hispana, y qué les parece, arrojó que ese contenido era 100% "material generado por IA". Advierto, en 2018, la IA generativa de texto no estaba al alcance del público como hoy. Mi forma de escribir, precisa y estructurada, es ahora cuestionada por un algoritmo, y quienes se erigen como jueces, me acusan. Me pregunto si no aplica aquí el refrán: "cada ladrón juzga por su condición". Es doloroso ver cómo, al mismo tiempo, publicaciones de su propio círculo que a todas luces son 100% IA (según las mismas herramientas) reciben una lluvia de votos y recompensas.
Una Declaración de Intenciones: Abrazando la Herramienta
Así que he llegado a un punto de inflexión. Me señalan de usar inteligencia artificial. ¿Saben qué? De hacerlo, lo haría de forma deliberada y transparente y lo indicaría, no para engañar, sino para abrirles los ojos. La inteligencia artificial no es una fuerza oscura y ni anónima. Es una herramienta creada por humanos. Fue diseñada por mentes lógicas, estructuradas, competentes y, sí, probablemente perfeccionistas. Personas que saben lo que hacen, verdaderos profesionales aficionados a la perfección. Rechazarla por principio es como si un carpintero se negara a usar la sierra eléctrica porque prefiere serrucho.
La IA es un catalizador, un socio intelectual. Como dijo el pionero en este campo, Andrew Ng, durante una charla en la Universidad de Stanford:
"La Inteligencia Artificial es la nueva electricidad."
No es buena ni mala. Simplemente es poderosa, y su valor reside en cómo la utilicemos. Yo elijaría usarla para amplificar mi voz, para estructurar mis pensamientos y para construir puentes de entendimiento. Y lo indicaría, quedaría asentado como: “mis ideas estructuradas con la ayuda de la Inteligencia Artificial”, como cualquier otro crédito que indico de citas o imágenes.
Mi objetivo en HIVE nunca ha sido simplemente "hacer dinero". Esta plataforma me ha regalado algo mucho más valioso. Para mí, ha sido una ventana al mundo, el contacto con gente de diversas culturas, credos e ideologías. Me regocijo en aprender de los demás. Pero admito mi falla; mi intensidad perfeccionista a veces me lleva a juzgar duramente los errores ajenos. Es una batalla interna que sigo librando.
Moriré siendo perfeccionista, es algo que a mi edad se ha reforzado. Y si he de ser señalado, que no sea por acusaciones infundadas nacidas del desconocimiento, sino por mi decisión consciente de usar las mejores herramientas a mi alcance para comunicar mis ideas con la máxima claridad y precisión posible, y lo indicaría como cualquier otro crédito de una imagen o una frase.
Gracias por leerme. Gracias por lanzarme a las fauces de los lobos.
Hola, comunidades de HIVE.
Hoy no escribo para presentar una historia o un análisis técnico o responder a una iniciativa. Hoy escribo desde un lugar más personal, para desahogar algo que me presiona el pecho. Quiero hablarles de una condición que me ha definido desde niño, una que me ha traído tanto logros como soledades…, el perfeccionismo obsesivo.
El Arquitecto Interno: Una Vida en Ángulos Rectos
Desde que tengo uso de razón, he vivido con un arquitecto dentro de mí. Un arquitecto que exige precisión en cada trazo. Se manifestó en mis láminas de dibujo técnico, siempre inmaculadas y exactas, igual que las maquetas en madera balsa que diseñé. Se refleja en mi forma de hablar y escribir, buscando siempre la palabra precisa, la estructura gramatical perfecta. Gobierna mi forma de conducir, apegado a la norma no por miedo a la multa, sino por la belleza inherente del orden. En mi hogar, cada objeto tiene su lugar designado, creando una armonía visual que calma mi mente.
¿Qué cómo logré obtener láminas en el dibujo técnico-mecánico con mi deficiencia visual? Pues, la utilización de lupas iluminadas, reglas, compases (bigotera, precisión) y escuadras marca Roting; así cómo los lápices adecuados, desde los 6H hasta los 6B pasando por los intermedios HB. Buena iluminación del tipo fluorescente porque para la época no existía la iluminación led. El perfeccionamiento requiere de equipo adecuado.
Recuerdo mis días de estudiante, enfrentándome a los exámenes con un bolígrafo como única arma. Yo, no me permitía el lujo del error, del borrón, de la duda. Lo que se escribía, era. Y punto. Esta disciplina me trajo excelencia académica, pero me pasó una factura social. El "tipo inteligente con gafas" rara vez es el alma de la fiesta. Como bien podría decir Sheldon Cooper, en la serie para TV “Young Sheldon”; con quien a menudo me identifico. La optimización intelectual no siempre se correlaciona con la popularidad.
Pero lo que pocos ven es el coste energético de esta búsqueda incesante de la perfección. Es un motor que consume enormes cantidades de combustible mental y físico, un esfuerzo titánico que, la mayoría de las veces, pasa desapercibido y, por tanto, no es valorado.
El Fruto de la Obsesión: Hitos en el Camino
Este impulso me ha llevado lejos. Cuando en las Olimpiadas Matemáticas Nacionales de Venezuela, de un universo de 50000 estudiantes, quedamos solo cinco finalistas, yo era el único procedente de una institución pública tipo C. Un logro que nos coronó a los cinco como ganadores, las otras instituciones privadas no quisieron seguir en la contienda, vaya a saber el por qué. Cuando emigré a Canadá y necesité aprender los idiomas oficiales, un requisito indispensable para obtener la ciudadanía. No solo obtuve la máxima calificación (9/10) en inglés y francés, sino que al poco tiempo era yo quien lideraba los campamentos para los recién llegados. En la universidad, mi atención no estaba en tomar notas, sino en cazar los errores de profesores y preparadores, no por arrogancia, sino porque mi mente está programada para detectar la desviación del patrón, el error…
Freepik
Como dijo una vez la investigadora y escritora Brené Brown, a menudo confundimos este rasgo, cito textualmente de su Obra "Los dones de la imperfección":
"El perfeccionismo no es lo mismo que esforzarse por ser el mejor. El perfeccionismo es la creencia de que, si vivimos perfectos, nos vemos perfectos y actuamos perfectos, podemos minimizar o evitar el dolor de la culpa, el juicio y la vergüenza."
Quizás, en el fondo, mi perfeccionismo ha sido siempre un escudo.
El Crisol Digital: Cuando la Virtud se Vuelve Sospecha
Y entonces llegué a HIVE. Un ecosistema que, en teoría, valora el contenido de calidad. Aquí, mi naturaleza perfeccionista encontró un espacio perfecto para publicaciones bien estructuradas, comentarios argumentados, una obsesión por la gramática y la ortografía. Sin embargo, la paradoja no tardó en aparecer. Se me empezó a señalar precisamente por aquello que considero mis mayores fortalezas.
He ofrecido correcciones a otros autores, siempre con la intención de ayudar, pero he aprendido por la vía difícil que a la gente no le gusta que se le cuestione. Se interpreta como pedantería, no como un deseo genuino de mejorar la calidad colectiva. Pero bueno, así es la humanidad promedio.
La ironía alcanzó su punto álgido recientemente. Tomé un escrito mío del año 2018, de mis inicios en esta plataforma, lo escaneé por detectores modernos, como ese que utilizan algunos moderadores en las diferentes Comunidades, sobre todo Latina y habla hispana, y qué les parece, arrojó que ese contenido era 100% "material generado por IA". Advierto, en 2018, la IA generativa de texto no estaba al alcance del público como hoy. Mi forma de escribir, precisa y estructurada, es ahora cuestionada por un algoritmo, y quienes se erigen como jueces, me acusan. Me pregunto si no aplica aquí el refrán: "cada ladrón juzga por su condición". Es doloroso ver cómo, al mismo tiempo, publicaciones de su propio círculo que a todas luces son 100% IA (según las mismas herramientas) reciben una lluvia de votos y recompensas.
Una Declaración de Intenciones: Abrazando la Herramienta
Así que he llegado a un punto de inflexión. Me señalan de usar inteligencia artificial. ¿Saben qué? De hacerlo, lo haría de forma deliberada y transparente y lo indicaría, no para engañar, sino para abrirles los ojos. La inteligencia artificial no es una fuerza oscura y ni anónima. Es una herramienta creada por humanos. Fue diseñada por mentes lógicas, estructuradas, competentes y, sí, probablemente perfeccionistas. Personas que saben lo que hacen, verdaderos profesionales aficionados a la perfección. Rechazarla por principio es como si un carpintero se negara a usar la sierra eléctrica porque prefiere serrucho.
La IA es un catalizador, un socio intelectual. Como dijo el pionero en este campo, Andrew Ng, durante una charla en la Universidad de Stanford:
"La Inteligencia Artificial es la nueva electricidad."
No es buena ni mala. Simplemente es poderosa, y su valor reside en cómo la utilicemos. Yo elijaría usarla para amplificar mi voz, para estructurar mis pensamientos y para construir puentes de entendimiento. Y lo indicaría, quedaría asentado como: “mis ideas estructuradas con la ayuda de la Inteligencia Artificial”, como cualquier otro crédito que indico de citas o imágenes.
Mi objetivo en HIVE nunca ha sido simplemente "hacer dinero". Esta plataforma me ha regalado algo mucho más valioso. Para mí, ha sido una ventana al mundo, el contacto con gente de diversas culturas, credos e ideologías. Me regocijo en aprender de los demás. Pero admito mi falla; mi intensidad perfeccionista a veces me lleva a juzgar duramente los errores ajenos. Es una batalla interna que sigo librando.
Moriré siendo perfeccionista, es algo que a mi edad se ha reforzado. Y si he de ser señalado, que no sea por acusaciones infundadas nacidas del desconocimiento, sino por mi decisión consciente de usar las mejores herramientas a mi alcance para comunicar mis ideas con la máxima claridad y precisión posible, y lo indicaría como cualquier otro crédito de una imagen o una frase.
Gracias por leerme. Gracias por lanzarme a las fauces de los lobos.
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The Perfectionist's Paradox:
Praised for Virtue, Accused of the Tool.
Hello, Hivers.
Today, I’m not here to share a story, a technical analysis, or to respond to an initiative. Today, I’m writing from a more personal place, to get something off my chest. I want to talk about a condition that has defined me since I was a child, one that has brought me both great achievements and profound loneliness: obsessive perfectionism.
The Internal Architect: A Life in Right Angles
For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived with an architect inside of me —an architect who demands precision in every single line—. It showed in my technical drawing sheets, always immaculate and exact, just like the balsa wood models I designed. It’s reflected in the way I speak and write, always searching for the precise word, the perfect grammatical structure. It governs the way I drive, adhering to the rules not out of fear of a ticket, but for the inherent beauty of order. In my home, every object has its designated place, creating a visual harmony that calms my mind.
You might wonder how I managed to produce such pristine technical-mechanical drawings with my visual impairment. Well, it took illuminated magnifiers, rulers, compasses (both beam and precision), and Rotring set squares, as well as the right pencils, from the hard 6H to the soft 6B and the HB in between. Good fluorescent lighting was key, as this was before the era of LEDs. Perfection requires the right tools.
I remember my student days, facing exams with a pen as my only weapon. I didn't allow myself the luxury of a mistake, a smudge, or a moment of doubt. What was written, was written. Period. This discipline brought me academic excellence, but it came at a social cost. The "smart guy with the glasses" is rarely the life of the party. As Sheldon Cooper from the TV series Young Sheldon —a character I often identify with— might say, intellectual optimization doesn't always correlate with popularity.
But what few people see is the energetic cost of this relentless pursuit of perfection. It's an engine that consumes enormous amounts of mental and physical fuel —a titanic effort that—, most of the time, goes unnoticed and is therefore unappreciated.
The Fruits of Obsession: Milestones on the Path
This drive has taken me far. At the Venezuelan National Math Olympiad, out of a universe of 50,000 students, only five of us made it to the finals. I was the only one from a standard public school. It was an achievement that crowned all five of us as winners, as the private institutions decided not to continue in the final contest, for whatever reason. When I immigrated to Canada, I needed to learn the official languages —an essential requirement for citizenship—. Not only did I achieve the highest possible score (9/10) in both English and French, but I was soon leading the orientation camps for newcomers myself. At university, my focus wasn't on taking notes, but on spotting the errors made by professors and teaching assistants —not out of arrogance—, but because my mind is wired to detect any deviation from the pattern.
Freepik
As the researcher and author Brené Brown once said, we often misunderstand this trait. I quote directly from her book, The Gifts of Imperfection:
"Perfectionism is not the same thing as striving to be your best. Perfectionism is the belief that if we live perfect, look perfect, and act perfect, we can minimize or avoid the pain of blame, judgment, and shame."
Perhaps, deep down, my perfectionism has always been a shield.
The Digital Crucible: When Virtue Becomes Suspicious
And then I came to HIVE. An ecosystem that, in theory, values high-quality content. Here, my perfectionist nature found the perfect outlet for well-structured posts, reasoned comments, and an obsession with grammar and spelling. However, the paradox soon emerged. I began to be called out for the very things I consider my greatest strengths.
I have offered corrections to other authors, always with the intention of helping, but I've learned the hard way that people don't like to be questioned. My input is often interpreted as pedantry, not as a genuine desire to improve our collective quality. But then again, that's human nature for you.
The irony reached its peak recently. I took one of my own articles from 2018, from my early days on this platform, and ran it through modern detection tools—the same kind used by some moderators in various communities, especially in Latin and Spanish-speaking ones. And what do you know? It flagged my own content as 100% "AI-generated material." Let me be clear: in 2018, generative text AI was not publicly available as it is today. My way of writing —precise and structured— is now being questioned by an algorithm, and those who appoint themselves as judges are accusing me. It makes me wonder about the old saying, "a thief thinks everyone steals." It is painful to see how, at the same time, posts from their own circles that are blatantly 100% AI (according to the very same tools) receive a shower of upvotes and rewards.
A Declaration of Intent: Embracing the Tool
So I've reached a turning point. They accuse me of using artificial intelligence. You know what? If I were to use it, I would do so deliberately and transparently, and I would state it—not to deceive, but to open people's eyes. Artificial intelligence is not some dark, anonymous force. It is a tool created by humans. It was designed by logical, structured, competent, and yes, probably perfectionistic minds. People who know what they're doing—true professionals with a penchant for perfection. To reject it on principle is like a carpenter refusing to use a power saw because they prefer a handsaw.
AI is a catalyst, an intellectual partner. As AI pioneer Andrew Ng said during a talk at Stanford University:
"Artificial Intelligence is the new electricity."
It is neither good nor bad. It is simply powerful, and its value lies in how we use it. I would choose to use it to amplify my voice, to structure my thoughts, and to build bridges of understanding. And I would credit it, stating clearly: "My ideas, structured with the help of Artificial Intelligence," just as I would credit any quote or image.
My goal on HIVE has never been simply to "make money." This platform has given me something far more valuable. For me, it has been a window to the world, a connection to people from diverse cultures, beliefs, and ideologies. I rejoice in learning from others. But I admit my flaw: my perfectionist intensity sometimes leads me to judge others' mistakes harshly. It's an internal battle I continue to fight.
I will die a perfectionist; it's something that has only been reinforced with age. And if I am to be judged, let it not be for baseless accusations born of ignorance, but for my conscious decision to use the best tools at my disposal to communicate my ideas with the utmost clarity and precision—and I would always credit my tools, just as I credit a photo or a quote.
Thank you for reading. And thank you for throwing me to the wolves.
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The Perfectionist's Paradox:
Praised for Virtue, Accused of the Tool.
Hello, Hivers.
Today, I’m not here to share a story, a technical analysis, or to respond to an initiative. Today, I’m writing from a more personal place, to get something off my chest. I want to talk about a condition that has defined me since I was a child, one that has brought me both great achievements and profound loneliness: obsessive perfectionism.
The Internal Architect: A Life in Right Angles
For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived with an architect inside of me —an architect who demands precision in every single line—. It showed in my technical drawing sheets, always immaculate and exact, just like the balsa wood models I designed. It’s reflected in the way I speak and write, always searching for the precise word, the perfect grammatical structure. It governs the way I drive, adhering to the rules not out of fear of a ticket, but for the inherent beauty of order. In my home, every object has its designated place, creating a visual harmony that calms my mind.
You might wonder how I managed to produce such pristine technical-mechanical drawings with my visual impairment. Well, it took illuminated magnifiers, rulers, compasses (both beam and precision), and Rotring set squares, as well as the right pencils, from the hard 6H to the soft 6B and the HB in between. Good fluorescent lighting was key, as this was before the era of LEDs. Perfection requires the right tools.
I remember my student days, facing exams with a pen as my only weapon. I didn't allow myself the luxury of a mistake, a smudge, or a moment of doubt. What was written, was written. Period. This discipline brought me academic excellence, but it came at a social cost. The "smart guy with the glasses" is rarely the life of the party. As Sheldon Cooper from the TV series Young Sheldon —a character I often identify with— might say, intellectual optimization doesn't always correlate with popularity.
But what few people see is the energetic cost of this relentless pursuit of perfection. It's an engine that consumes enormous amounts of mental and physical fuel —a titanic effort that—, most of the time, goes unnoticed and is therefore unappreciated.
The Fruits of Obsession: Milestones on the Path
This drive has taken me far. At the Venezuelan National Math Olympiad, out of a universe of 50,000 students, only five of us made it to the finals. I was the only one from a standard public school. It was an achievement that crowned all five of us as winners, as the private institutions decided not to continue in the final contest, for whatever reason. When I immigrated to Canada, I needed to learn the official languages —an essential requirement for citizenship—. Not only did I achieve the highest possible score (9/10) in both English and French, but I was soon leading the orientation camps for newcomers myself. At university, my focus wasn't on taking notes, but on spotting the errors made by professors and teaching assistants —not out of arrogance—, but because my mind is wired to detect any deviation from the pattern.
Freepik
As the researcher and author Brené Brown once said, we often misunderstand this trait. I quote directly from her book, The Gifts of Imperfection:
"Perfectionism is not the same thing as striving to be your best. Perfectionism is the belief that if we live perfect, look perfect, and act perfect, we can minimize or avoid the pain of blame, judgment, and shame."
Perhaps, deep down, my perfectionism has always been a shield.
The Digital Crucible: When Virtue Becomes Suspicious
And then I came to HIVE. An ecosystem that, in theory, values high-quality content. Here, my perfectionist nature found the perfect outlet for well-structured posts, reasoned comments, and an obsession with grammar and spelling. However, the paradox soon emerged. I began to be called out for the very things I consider my greatest strengths.
I have offered corrections to other authors, always with the intention of helping, but I've learned the hard way that people don't like to be questioned. My input is often interpreted as pedantry, not as a genuine desire to improve our collective quality. But then again, that's human nature for you.
The irony reached its peak recently. I took one of my own articles from 2018, from my early days on this platform, and ran it through modern detection tools—the same kind used by some moderators in various communities, especially in Latin and Spanish-speaking ones. And what do you know? It flagged my own content as 100% "AI-generated material." Let me be clear: in 2018, generative text AI was not publicly available as it is today. My way of writing —precise and structured— is now being questioned by an algorithm, and those who appoint themselves as judges are accusing me. It makes me wonder about the old saying, "a thief thinks everyone steals." It is painful to see how, at the same time, posts from their own circles that are blatantly 100% AI (according to the very same tools) receive a shower of upvotes and rewards.
A Declaration of Intent: Embracing the Tool
So I've reached a turning point. They accuse me of using artificial intelligence. You know what? If I were to use it, I would do so deliberately and transparently, and I would state it—not to deceive, but to open people's eyes. Artificial intelligence is not some dark, anonymous force. It is a tool created by humans. It was designed by logical, structured, competent, and yes, probably perfectionistic minds. People who know what they're doing—true professionals with a penchant for perfection. To reject it on principle is like a carpenter refusing to use a power saw because they prefer a handsaw.
AI is a catalyst, an intellectual partner. As AI pioneer Andrew Ng said during a talk at Stanford University:
"Artificial Intelligence is the new electricity."
It is neither good nor bad. It is simply powerful, and its value lies in how we use it. I would choose to use it to amplify my voice, to structure my thoughts, and to build bridges of understanding. And I would credit it, stating clearly: "My ideas, structured with the help of Artificial Intelligence," just as I would credit any quote or image.
My goal on HIVE has never been simply to "make money." This platform has given me something far more valuable. For me, it has been a window to the world, a connection to people from diverse cultures, beliefs, and ideologies. I rejoice in learning from others. But I admit my flaw: my perfectionist intensity sometimes leads me to judge others' mistakes harshly. It's an internal battle I continue to fight.
I will die a perfectionist; it's something that has only been reinforced with age. And if I am to be judged, let it not be for baseless accusations born of ignorance, but for my conscious decision to use the best tools at my disposal to communicate my ideas with the utmost clarity and precision—and I would always credit my tools, just as I credit a photo or a quote.
Thank you for reading. And thank you for throwing me to the wolves.
Hello, Hivers.
Today, I’m not here to share a story, a technical analysis, or to respond to an initiative. Today, I’m writing from a more personal place, to get something off my chest. I want to talk about a condition that has defined me since I was a child, one that has brought me both great achievements and profound loneliness: obsessive perfectionism.
The Internal Architect: A Life in Right Angles
For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived with an architect inside of me —an architect who demands precision in every single line—. It showed in my technical drawing sheets, always immaculate and exact, just like the balsa wood models I designed. It’s reflected in the way I speak and write, always searching for the precise word, the perfect grammatical structure. It governs the way I drive, adhering to the rules not out of fear of a ticket, but for the inherent beauty of order. In my home, every object has its designated place, creating a visual harmony that calms my mind.
You might wonder how I managed to produce such pristine technical-mechanical drawings with my visual impairment. Well, it took illuminated magnifiers, rulers, compasses (both beam and precision), and Rotring set squares, as well as the right pencils, from the hard 6H to the soft 6B and the HB in between. Good fluorescent lighting was key, as this was before the era of LEDs. Perfection requires the right tools.
I remember my student days, facing exams with a pen as my only weapon. I didn't allow myself the luxury of a mistake, a smudge, or a moment of doubt. What was written, was written. Period. This discipline brought me academic excellence, but it came at a social cost. The "smart guy with the glasses" is rarely the life of the party. As Sheldon Cooper from the TV series Young Sheldon —a character I often identify with— might say, intellectual optimization doesn't always correlate with popularity.
But what few people see is the energetic cost of this relentless pursuit of perfection. It's an engine that consumes enormous amounts of mental and physical fuel —a titanic effort that—, most of the time, goes unnoticed and is therefore unappreciated.
The Fruits of Obsession: Milestones on the Path
This drive has taken me far. At the Venezuelan National Math Olympiad, out of a universe of 50,000 students, only five of us made it to the finals. I was the only one from a standard public school. It was an achievement that crowned all five of us as winners, as the private institutions decided not to continue in the final contest, for whatever reason. When I immigrated to Canada, I needed to learn the official languages —an essential requirement for citizenship—. Not only did I achieve the highest possible score (9/10) in both English and French, but I was soon leading the orientation camps for newcomers myself. At university, my focus wasn't on taking notes, but on spotting the errors made by professors and teaching assistants —not out of arrogance—, but because my mind is wired to detect any deviation from the pattern.
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As the researcher and author Brené Brown once said, we often misunderstand this trait. I quote directly from her book, The Gifts of Imperfection:
"Perfectionism is not the same thing as striving to be your best. Perfectionism is the belief that if we live perfect, look perfect, and act perfect, we can minimize or avoid the pain of blame, judgment, and shame."
Perhaps, deep down, my perfectionism has always been a shield.
The Digital Crucible: When Virtue Becomes Suspicious
And then I came to HIVE. An ecosystem that, in theory, values high-quality content. Here, my perfectionist nature found the perfect outlet for well-structured posts, reasoned comments, and an obsession with grammar and spelling. However, the paradox soon emerged. I began to be called out for the very things I consider my greatest strengths.
I have offered corrections to other authors, always with the intention of helping, but I've learned the hard way that people don't like to be questioned. My input is often interpreted as pedantry, not as a genuine desire to improve our collective quality. But then again, that's human nature for you.
The irony reached its peak recently. I took one of my own articles from 2018, from my early days on this platform, and ran it through modern detection tools—the same kind used by some moderators in various communities, especially in Latin and Spanish-speaking ones. And what do you know? It flagged my own content as 100% "AI-generated material." Let me be clear: in 2018, generative text AI was not publicly available as it is today. My way of writing —precise and structured— is now being questioned by an algorithm, and those who appoint themselves as judges are accusing me. It makes me wonder about the old saying, "a thief thinks everyone steals." It is painful to see how, at the same time, posts from their own circles that are blatantly 100% AI (according to the very same tools) receive a shower of upvotes and rewards.
A Declaration of Intent: Embracing the Tool
So I've reached a turning point. They accuse me of using artificial intelligence. You know what? If I were to use it, I would do so deliberately and transparently, and I would state it—not to deceive, but to open people's eyes. Artificial intelligence is not some dark, anonymous force. It is a tool created by humans. It was designed by logical, structured, competent, and yes, probably perfectionistic minds. People who know what they're doing—true professionals with a penchant for perfection. To reject it on principle is like a carpenter refusing to use a power saw because they prefer a handsaw.
AI is a catalyst, an intellectual partner. As AI pioneer Andrew Ng said during a talk at Stanford University:
"Artificial Intelligence is the new electricity."
It is neither good nor bad. It is simply powerful, and its value lies in how we use it. I would choose to use it to amplify my voice, to structure my thoughts, and to build bridges of understanding. And I would credit it, stating clearly: "My ideas, structured with the help of Artificial Intelligence," just as I would credit any quote or image.
My goal on HIVE has never been simply to "make money." This platform has given me something far more valuable. For me, it has been a window to the world, a connection to people from diverse cultures, beliefs, and ideologies. I rejoice in learning from others. But I admit my flaw: my perfectionist intensity sometimes leads me to judge others' mistakes harshly. It's an internal battle I continue to fight.
I will die a perfectionist; it's something that has only been reinforced with age. And if I am to be judged, let it not be for baseless accusations born of ignorance, but for my conscious decision to use the best tools at my disposal to communicate my ideas with the utmost clarity and precision—and I would always credit my tools, just as I credit a photo or a quote.
Thank you for reading. And thank you for throwing me to the wolves.
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Querido, @amigoponc, entiendo lo perturbador de tu don, sé que no es fácil convivir con la precisión. Conocí a un chico en la escuela tal cual tú te describes, usaba unos lentes de gruesos cristales y los otros chicos le llamaban “culos de botella”. Se lo vivía solo, también le decíamos Ner. Lamento, hoy con tu escrito, no haberle comprendido y haber sido su amiga. Él era muy inteligente, un niño de puros 20.
Te envio un abrazo lleno de bendiciones, y quizá, solo quizás, esta plataforma no es para ti como no lo ha sido para mi. Gracias por ser mi amigo lejano y espero algún día poderte conocer personalmente.
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@amigoponc, no necesitas la aprobación de nadie, no necesitas justificarte; sé tú mismo y pa´lante.
Uno de los creadores de contenido que su lectura nos relaja y nos hace sentir que hablamos con grandes amigos.
¡Un abrazo @amigoponc!
Bendiciones y esa es la magia de abrirnos, sin IA.
El uso de esta maravillosa herramienta no lo podemos negar.
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