Emotiwant

(part deux of this)

So by a superhuman effort I avoided using these chaps for two whole days. But i felt listless, incomplete and strangely repressed. I kept wondering "can people understand me?"; "do they think i'm pissed off because there's no smiley at the end of the snarky message i just sent?"; "have i lost all my friends in one fell swoop?". by the end of last night i was reduced to a gibbering paranoid idiot.

okay so i may have exaggerated a bit in the above paragraph. but in all honesty, i did feel slightly repressed. i think i have gotten so used to appending a little squiggly face to my sentences to assure people that i mean no harm. to dull the bluntness of my words. and without, i feel misunderstood. such a strange dilemma. are we so inept at expressing ourselves that we need a pictorial representation of what we just said as well? whatever the reason, i am retracting my pact of not using emoticons. of course i will try not use them as sluttily as i did before, but in a more chaste, productive way.

:)

Emotinot

Starting today I have decided to stop using emoticons. I have realised that I have come to depend on them way too much and even use them as a shield to mask my real emotions. No more! I shall henceforth be forthright, articulate and user proper punctuation. No more of the squiggly faces. If people can't understand my mood from the way i write then I'm a lousy writer and need to go sit in a corner and seriously think about a career change.

Also, being a certified emotitard, I wasn't using them buggers properly anyway.

(author's note: being emotitarded is a legitimate handicap and people suffering from it should not be mocked in any way. After much research scientists have concluded that this could be a side effect of literacy; another abnormal aberration that unfortunately has no cure. )

(author's other note: this is not an easy habit to beak, and I might slip up along the way. If you catch me typing in colon/bracket when I have no reason to do so, please feel free to kick me.)

UPDATE: This shit be hard, yo.

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