Autocorrect Fails: The Uninvited Editor Wrecking Your Texts
So here we are—living in an era of rockets that land themselves, refrigerators that judge your snack choices, and billionaires trying to colonize Mars. And yet somehow, Autocorrect still thinks “ducking” is what I meant.
Think about this glitch-gremlin feature for a second. It’s always lurking in the shadows, just waiting to pounce at the worst possible moment. Autocorrect is like that clingy friend who insists on finishing your sentences—badly, publicly, and with total confidence.
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Now, sure, Autocorrect was born out of good intentions. It was supposed to be our tireless little electronic secretary, quietly fixing typos while we fumbled our way through another caffeine-fueled text. But like most well-meaning tech, it evolved into a saboteur. Or should I say… a saboteuse? Look at that—now I don’t even know if I made that word up, or if Autocorrect did.
Let’s talk relationships. Nothing spices up a romantic message like telling your partner: “You’re the best thing since sliced bears.” Not bread. Bears. Because nothing says love like imaginary woodland creatures on toast.
And who can forget the profanity parade Autocorrect rolls out in our work emails? Your boss won’t—especially after you accidentally signed off with “Best shits,” instead of “Best shifts.” Autocorrect has caused more workplace tension than Karen in HR—and that’s saying something.
Sometimes it feels like there’s a tiny gremlin inside your phone, laughing its digital ass off as it turns “Looking forward to the meeting” into “Licking forehead at the meat king.” I didn’t even know that was possible.
Then there’s poor Aunt Linda, who only wanted to say “Can’t wait for early dinner.” Instead, she texts “Can’t wait for earthy dancer.” Same vibe, just… wildly different setting.
Autocorrect has embarrassed us in ways no human ever could. Or maybe—just maybe—some Silicon Valley engineer programmed it to cause chaos and is now laughing in a Tesla somewhere.
Whatever the case, this so-called smart feature has firmly secured its spot as the modern trickster god of communication. So here’s to Autocorrect: the sabotage artist in your pocket, the uninvited ghostwriter, and the destroyer of perfectly innocent intentions.
Proofread or perish. Either way, Autocorrect is still in control.
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Written By:
William Thomas
This isn’t rage—it’s truth with the volume turned up.
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