I Think I Figured It Out
Lately, I’ve been asking myself why social media started to feel so heavy. And I think I finally know.
It’s not just the endless scrolling or the pressure to always show up. It’s the noise. Everywhere I look: AI tips, AI hacks, AI‑written captions.
I use it too. I’m not ashamed of that. Honestly, it helps. But lately I’ve noticed something: the more I rely on it, the more I wonder if my own voice is getting lost in the mix.
What I really want is simple. When you read me, I want you to hear me. Not some perfectly polished version that could’ve been written by anyone. I want you to catch the pauses, the half‑finished thoughts, the little stories I’d tell you if we were sitting together with a coffee between us.
And since we’re here, can we talk about the em dash?
I used to love it. I picked up the habit reading Harry Potter as a kid — that rhythm, that pause, it felt alive. But now I see it everywhere. Sometimes I scroll past a post and, if I spot three in a row, I’m done. Maybe it’s petty. Or maybe it’s just me craving words that breathe differently.
So here’s what I’m aiming for: less polish, more presence. More stories that don’t tie themselves up with a bow, but still make you pause and think, me too.
Because I don’t just want to post.
I want to connect.
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