What the Algorithm Will Never Understand

They say LinkedIn isn’t the place for emotions. That it’s a marketplace of polished handshakes and sterile achievements, a showroom where you display your finest masks.

But let me tell you this—when I’ve posted something meticulously “informative,” the algorithm has spat on it with the casual disdain of a man leaning out of a bus window, launching a glob of gutkha into the monsoon air—landing right on your cheek when you least expect it. That’s what your precious algorithms do. They punish you for being too clinical, too cold. And then they punish you for being too human, too raw.

But here’s the thing—whether it’s a fact sheet or a confession, this place was built to connect us. To tether us together in our shared loneliness, our small triumphs, our silent heartbreaks. You, me, all of us—beating hearts pretending to be professional, while secretly yearning for someone to look us in the eye and say: I feel that too.

We crave connection so hungrily it almost feels embarrassing. But most days, we end up as discarded attachments in someone’s inbox, or a ghosted resume decomposing in a digital graveyard. We keep our stories bottled up because we think nobody wants to hear them. Because we’re told it’s “unprofessional” to bleed in public.

But let me ask you this— When your child stands on a cracked auditorium stage, searching the crowd for your face— Will an algorithm clap for them? When someone crawls back from a funeral with the unbearable weight of 90 shared years on their shoulders— Will a chatbot find the words that hold them steady when their knees give out?

No. Only you can do that. Only your imperfect, fumbling humanity can do that.

So don’t you dare let your story rot in a forgotten note on your phone. Don’t you dare pretend you don’t have anything to say. Because your story—the one that makes your throat tighten and your eyes burn—that is what the rest of us are secretly waiting to hear. The raw, unfiltered, inconvenient truth of who you are.

Share it. See who reads it. See who pauses, who breathes it in, who quietly whispers, Thank God, I’m not alone.

That—more than any algorithm—will be the revelation you’ve been searching for.