“This sounds too good. Must be AI.”
Ah yes. The highest ‘compliment’ you can give a writer in 2025.
Spends 3 hours obsessing over a synonym.
Rewrites one line 17 times.
Gets hit by a random poetic metaphor while doing home chores.
Bleeds voice into the keyboard.
Crafts it. Rewrites it.
Deletes half of it.
Writes again.
And then someone comments:
“ChatGPT?”
That’s what original writers get now.
Not “great post.” Not “loved this.”
Original thought? Suspect.
Emotional nuance? Suspicious.
A post that flows well and makes sense? Definitely AI.
Meanwhile, ghostwriters?
They used to be mysterious.
Now they’re just GenAI with a birth certificate.
We used to chase polish.
Now we chase proof.
Want proof it’s not AI?
Look for the one extra word I couldn’t delete.
The sentence I didn’t need, but emotionally needed.
And the slight passive-aggressive undertone?
That’s all me.
Honestly, the real test should be: Is there a typo?
A rambling sentence that loops back unnecessarily?
A paragraph that sounds like it was written at 2 AM, lying on the bed watching a series.
That’s the mark of a real person.
So here’s to the humans.
Still writing. Still thinking. Still obsessing over how to say it “just right.”
But you know what?
There’s no algorithm for nostalgia.
No prompt for what it smells like after rain.
No thesaurus for your kind words, appreciation and motivation.
No autocomplete for silence, or warmth, or roots.
So now, I stepped away.
Back to the soil, the slowness, the sound of nothing refreshing.

My writing may not be perfect, but it’s mine.
P.S. If this sounded human, messy, and slightly passive-aggressive…That’s how you know it’s me.

