I can always tell when you wrote it with AI
I can always tell. Every single time. And I have stopped pretending I do not.
It starts with "I hope this email finds you well." Nobody has ever hoped that. Not once, not in the entire ugly history of email, has a person paused and genuinely wondered whether their message tracked me down in good health.
Then comes the void paragraph. My own question, pitched right back at me, bloated with extra words, still sitting there unanswered.
After that, three sentences where a plain yes would have handled it. I asked if Tuesday works.
And then the long dash. I am aware it does not prove anything. I know. I have read the research, the research is right, and I still do not care. The second I see one my brain clicks over from person to detective, and whatever you actually wanted from me is gone.
And do not get clever with me about punctuation. None of you knew there were two kinds of dash before 2022. Nobody was out there defending typography in 2019. You latched onto the phrase em dash from some video eight months ago and now you are correcting strangers in comment sections.
But the thing that actually gets under my skin is not the AI at all.
It is that you sent it without moving a single word. You had the thing sitting on your screen. You could have read it once. Chopped a sentence. Rewritten the opener. Anything at all that proved a real person was awake at the wheel when the button got pressed.
Thirty seconds. That is the entire ask. Thirty seconds of your attention in return for the ten minutes you want of mine.
Use whatever you like to write it. I do, every single day. Just do not shovel the uncut draft at me and call it correspondence.
What is the one that ends it for you. It cannot just be me.





















































































































