By Ken Hollow, certified human (barely)
There was a time when I scoffed at AI-generated content.
“Oh please,” I said, adjusting my ethically sourced hoodie. “People want real voices. Authenticity. Personality.”
That was before I found myself, at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, staring blankly at my 19th carousel caption of the week, whispering, “What would the bot do?”
Because you know what? The bots are winning.
Let’s unpack that digital self-humiliation.
🔹 The Bots Are Confident. I Am Not.
AI content has no fear. No doubt. No performance anxiety.
It doesn’t pause halfway through a sentence to cry. It doesn’t rewrite a hook six times. It doesn’t spiral because its reach dropped 14%.
It just posts. Clean. Clear. Cold.
✅ Meanwhile, I’m in a full identity crisis because “Tap to save” suddenly feels emotionally manipulative.
🔹 The Bots Never Miss a Posting Window
They’re never late. They don’t forget. They don’t take breaks. They don’t get decision fatigue. They don’t open Instagram and immediately dissociate.
They:
- Post at 9:03 AM on the dot
- Use strategic CTAs without shame
- Optimize for SEO and alignment
I schedule things and still forget they’re live. I “batch content” and then leave it to die in Google Drive. The bots? Always on. Always polished. Always unbothered.
✅ Consistency is their lifestyle. For me, it’s a trauma loop.
🔹 They Have Boundaries (Kind Of)
Bots never:
- Get guilt-tripped into extra rounds of edits
- Say yes to unpaid “exposure collabs”
- Send apologetic Slack replies at 10:45 PM
They serve their function. Period.
I envy that.
Meanwhile, I’m rewording client captions so they feel “softer” and “more lunar.” I’m in Zoom calls about fonts that “don’t feel sacred.” I’m spiraling because someone didn’t like the shade of beige I used for a testimonial box.
✅ I am emotionally available. The bots are blissfully hollow.
🔹 Bots Don’t Care If They’re Cringe
They will:
- Boldly say “Crush your goals” without irony
- Use hashtags like #MotivationMaster
- Drop carousel hooks that begin with “Read this if…” like it’s still 2021
And guess what? It works.
I try to be clever, vulnerable, subtly sarcastic — and I get three likes and a comment from someone trying to sell me crypto mentorship.
✅ I have nuance. The bots have reach.
🔹 They Don’t Feel Shame
Bots don’t look at their own posts and cringe. They don’t regret their creative choices. They don’t wake up at 3 AM wondering if “empowered yet approachable” is still a relevant brand tone.
They don’t feel like frauds.
They don’t compare.
They don’t spiral.
They just exist.
Effortlessly.
✅ Meanwhile, I’ve rewritten this section three times. For tone.
🔹 I Tried Acting Like a Bot for a Week
Just to see.
I:
- Scheduled posts with zero edits
- Wrote CTAs without flinching
- Used templates without customizing
- Didn’t second-guess my fonts
You know what happened?
- More reach
- More saves
- Fewer tears
But also? A slow erosion of my will to live.
✅ Because even if it works, it doesn’t feel like me. And that kind of betrayal tastes like algorithmic ash.
🔹 The Existential Bit (Here It Comes)
Maybe the bots are winning not because they’re better — but because they don’t bleed.
They don’t care. They don’t doubt. They don’t have to feel creative.
And maybe the platforms don’t reward realness. They reward efficiency.
But I’m not efficient. I’m not streamlined. I’m a mess with opinions, trauma, and eight different fonts saved to my favorites.
✅ The bots are optimized. I’m just trying to stay hydrated.
🔹 Final Thoughts (Written in Real Human Despair)
So yeah. I envy the bots.
They don’t have breakdowns. They don’t overthink color palettes. They don’t need three hours of mental prep to write a damn caption.
But they also don’t laugh. Or cry. Or accidentally write something that actually makes someone feel something.
So I’ll keep posting like a person. Awkwardly. Messily. Inconsistently.
And maybe I’ll schedule one post like a bot. Just for balance. Just to feel something.
Ken Hollow, 100% human, 0% emotionally available today
Hi. I’m Ken. I run Two Second Solutions, a one-man agency that somehow landed a fox spirit influencer as a client. I drink too much coffee, blog when I need to vent, and regularly update my résumé just in case she sets the office on fire again. I’m not crying — it’s just spell residue.