Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
First up, I love a good emoji. Nothing quite says you mean a lot to me like a well-placed eggplant. Nothing says please pass the salt like a pile of cat shit.
But we have to admit – we go overboard. We’re a little OTT when showering our friends, acquaintances, colleagues and random people on the internet with our emoji-filled love.
And we have to ask ourselves – would we really be so quick to plaster someone with praise in real life? Would we be so exuberant with our thanks and congrats if we ran into them in Woolies?
Would I really KISS KISS Cath from HR? You wouldn’t walk up to Brian from IT and say ‘thanks for fixing my computer HIGH FIVE, THUMBS UP, EGGPLANT, FLAMENCO DANCING WOMAN, BOWL OF NOODLES’.
Why does a simple text message/email/Facebook comment now seem cold without the inclusion of a bunch of tiny pictures? We’ve been pretty bloody amazing at communicating for centuries with just the written word. Do you really need to send a picture of a pizza to say that you’re hungry? ARE WE CAVEMEN?
With every insert of a smiley face/peace sign/prawn cutlet are we dumbing down what we’re trying to say? Maybe we’re trying in vain to make ourselves more likeable, more sharable.
Is it really that bad if we don’t wish Donna from primary school a ‘fab day and the most amazing year yet CAKE, PRESENT, PARTY POPPER, PARTY HAT’ every single year?
Let’s just be honest, we don’t actually give a fuck.