Spellcheck Is My Toxic Ex—And Voice Notes Are the New Red Flag🚩
🎤 Dear Literacy, We Need to Talk.
There was a time—brace yourself—when I could spell “restaurant” with no fear. No autocorrect. No Google. Just vibes and vocabulary.
Now? I type “res” and let my keyboard finish the fight.
Why? Because I don’t type anymore.
I talk. I voice note. I breathe into the mic like I’m recording an emotional EP.
And honestly? It’s giving freedom.
But also… it's giving semi-literacy.
📱 The Truth? We’re Addicted to the Mic
Voice notes are the girlies' safe space. You can cry, overshare, whisper secrets, scream into the void—and no one’s judging your spelling.
It’s raw.
It’s healing.
It’s high-key dangerous to your brain cells. 🧠⚠️
We’ve slowly replaced writing with talking. Now grammar feels like calculus, and spelling “definitely” feels like betrayal.
👀 I Know My English Teacher Is Watching From the Beyond
Sometimes, when I pause at the word “accommodation” and Google saves me for the 40th time this month, I hear her:
> “Lilo. You knew this in Grade 5.”
Yes ma’am.
But now I know how to record a 3-minute voice note that sounds like a podcast. Growth?
📉 The Slide Is Real: And It’s Not Just Me
Let’s not act brand new—this is happening to everyone. We’re a generation of expressive speakers and nervous writers. Why?
We don’t write anymore. (Tweets don’t count.)
We let Grammarly do all the thinking.
Our spelling is shaky. ("Embarrass" embarrasses us.)
Reading comprehension is weak. Voice content doesn’t stretch the brain like reading does.
Our confidence in writing? Gone. Ghosted. Left on read.
💌 But Voice Notes Aren’t the Devil
I love them. I do. They make long-distance friendships real. They add tone, emotion, breath. You can rant, pray, and spill tea with perfect delivery.
So no, this isn’t a breakup letter. It’s a boundaries talk.
Because I want both:
✨ Emotional, unfiltered voice notes
AND
✨ The power to spell “occasionally” without self-doubt.
🔁 So, Here's My Soft-Girl Literacy Plan:
📝 Tiny journal entries. Five sentences. Messy. Honest. Consistent.
📚 Read actual blogs, books, articles. Something with paragraphs. Not just memes.
🔡 Guess first, autocorrect later. Make your brain work a little.
📲 Text on purpose. Not because you have to—but because it’s a flex now.
🧠 Final Pause: Language Is a Muscle, Not a Filter
We’re not doomed. We’re just distracted. But your literacy can come back—just like edges, exes, and expired dreams. 😌
I’m not quitting voice notes. But I also don’t want to panic every time I need to write a serious email or spell “maintenance.”
So here’s your reminder:
Your old English teacher isn’t mad.
She’s just sipping tea in heaven, holding a red pen, whispering,
> “Come back to me.”
And maybe…
Just maybe…
We should.
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