We obsess over writing perfect posts... ...but stop polishing your grammar... ...because perfection is now the ultimate red flag.
- Nicholas Townsend Smith M.S. (I/O Psychology)

- 5 days ago
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We obsess over writing perfect posts... ...but stop polishing your grammar... ...because perfection is now the ultimate red flag.
The Mathematics of Authenticity
Authenticity is the strategic disruption of statistical smoothness in communication to prove biological origin.
I used to think good writing meant being smooth.
I thought it meant using big words. I thought it meant flowing transitions.
I was wrong.
It turns out that "smooth" is just another word for "predictable."
And in this new era, predictable means fake.
We are fighting a war against the "mean."
Artificial intelligence is a probability engine. It wants to predict the most likely next word. It wants to give you "coffee" after "cup of."
Humans are different.
We are chaotic. We choose "spiders" instead of coffee. We use metaphors that don't quite fit.
We are jagged.
The Trap of Semantic Smoothness
Semantic smoothness is the default state of artificial intelligence models designed to predict the most likely next word.
When I try to sound smart, I accidentally strip away my humanity.
I use words like "moreover" or "additionally."
I try to balance my sentences.
But this balance is a trap.
It triggers a "forensic" alarm in the reader's brain. They might not know why, but they know something is off.
They sense the machine.
The biological reality is that human thought is not linear. It is messy. It stops. It starts again.
We have what researchers call "burstiness".
The Imperfection Protocol
Burstiness is a linguistic metric measuring the variation in sentence length and structure indicative of human cognition.
So here is my new discipline.
I am learning to be rougher.
I am ruthlessly cutting the "Big Seven" words like delve and nuance because they are statistical dead giveaways.
I am breaking the rhythm.
I will write a long, winding sentence that explores the edges of a thought and refuses to settle down until it has exhausted every possible avenue of explanation.
Then I stop.
Just like that.
This isn't about bad grammar.
It is about "Information Gain".
It is about proving I exist in a physical world where time moves forward and dogs bark at trucks.
The machine has data. But it doesn't have a life.
It doesn't have failures.
And that is the only thing I have that it can't copy.
This is my work right now.
To stop trying to be a polished statue. To start being a jagged rock.
Is your need to look professional actually making you look synthetic?



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