AI Can Save Fools, But It Can’t Bloom Charm.

This post was originally written in Japanese by Evohome and has been translated into English for our overseas readers.
Please note that some nuances and expressions are unique to Japanese culture.

（このブログはエボホームが日本語で書いたものを、海外の読者向けに英語に翻訳したものです。日本独特の言い回しやニュアンスが含まれています。）

Communication.
In the age of AI, more and more people are turning inward.
But having the courage to step into the other person’s world—even if you know you can’t “win”—is also a form of communication.
Stuffing your mouth with rice balls and saying “I won’t be looked down on!” while preaching perfect logic behind someone’s back… that never gets anyone excited.

Executives, managers…
No matter how smart you are or how correct your logic is, if your words lack charm, they won’t make hearts beat faster.

People who are honest, kind, and never lie—the “safe and steady” type.
Unfortunately, things rarely sell from that alone, and business rarely happens.

What moves people is the person who looks a little dangerous, who isn’t afraid of risk, who throws themselves in with everything they’ve got.

The safe-and-steady type gets the classic line:
“He’s a nice guy, but…”—and is politely declined.

Meanwhile, the one who makes people say,
“Not sure this person is totally safe…” somehow sells like crazy.
It isn’t about looks (not lookism)—it’s about presence, that sense of charm.

Even in the housing trade…
The rock-solid craftsperson in a kei-truck, covered in wood shavings, building sincerely and carefully, gets:
“He’s a good guy, but…”—and is passed over.

While the always-smiling, impeccably groomed builder who quietly pulls up in a luxury car gets:
“It just feels exciting—I can’t say no.”—and people choose the one with charm.

I’m not saying one is good and the other is bad.
This is simply how the world has long worked—and even in the AI era, it hasn’t changed.

I’m not into politics, and I don’t root for any party.
I watch political moves because reading the tide helps in business. That’s all.
Whoever becomes prime minister, I still have to take care of my own life.

It’s been four years since I last drew permit drawings.
No, I’m not building a house—just keeping the brain from rusting.
What’s leapt ahead is having GPT at hand. Checking beams is easy, and long-forgotten provisions and codes pop right up.
For an old guy whose brain is starting to dull, it’s a lifesaver. At this rate, “calculators” might become unnecessary (haha).

In the end, what matters most for humans isn’t brilliance—it’s communication.

Yeah, my presbyopia makes for rough work.
Even when a house model looks realistic on video, it’s dull on a screen; the heart leaps only when you hold it in your hands.
That’s where screen-only AI loses.
Still… I’d love to live in a house like this—one day.