“Human Made”

You’re seeing it everywhere now. The badge & the disclaimer.

The proud little declaration sitting underneath the post like a moral credential.

“Human Made.”

We love to play the politically correct hero. Society rewards us for it — attention is the currency now, and in these times of change, that attention spends further than any note in your wallet.

& I get it, truly… I really do.

But some people jump without a second thought. And jumping is a natural human instinct — we’ve been doing it since the dawn of time.

Point to point.

Place to place.

Job to job.

It’s in us, naturally.

The thing is, there are two kinds of people in this world.

People who jump in the direction they choose. And people who jump in whatever direction they see everyone else jumping — because it’s fashionable.

Because it’s trending.

Because they did it, which means I must do it too.

Right now, it’s trending to perform humanity.

To flex on social media that you’re a real human writer, writing for real humans.

And I admire the performance. Genuinely. It’s committed. I love to see people try.

I just find myself wondering — how long?

My calculation? Twelve months.

Twelve months before the same people who love to jump, jump to the next thing. When they see something that actually works. When the costume starts to reek of Body Odour, by the sheer amount of bodies that have cat walked in it.

Because here’s the contradiction.

The status signal is AI. You’re mimicking authenticity inside the very system you’re signalling against. Using a tool designed to reduce friction — to perform effort?

Don’t show us how well you play the game. We all play the game.

Show us how well you use the tool.

No Offence.