Emojis and Emotions (and Cookies)

So, I messaged an author on Facebook for advice on formatting Kindle ebooks, and she actually answered me.


Now, if you could actually see me, you’d know that I’m standing at the stove. I plunked my laptop onto the counter so that I could pour a glass of milk, and I’m eating some chocolate chip cookies I baked yesterday. My face is a cross between Grumpy Cat Blank and zombie.

I just messaged a couple of friends to tell them how excited I am. And I am! Internally! And it’s translating through my fingers, I suppose. Because I just put another bite of cookie in my mouth, and I look as bland as a celery stick.

As a member of my generation (I left the word proud out on purpose), I am constantly immersed in technology. It’s everywhere. It’s how I communicate with my friends. How I write my novels. How I even do my devos in the morning. I always thought of myself as a pretty self-aware kid. I certainly wasn’t that kid on her phone, texting her friends when she could be socializing with the people around her.

…oh, wait. That was me, last night, at a drive-in movie. Sitting with my cousin, but preferring an online conversation with someone “inside” my father’s phone over human contact.

Am I still self-aware? Was I ever self-aware? Have I always been this way?

Pardon me while I pop another bite of cookie in my mouth and continue to write this out like am emotionless zombie.

Wait, I use emotions all the time online! I mean, Facebook stickers are pretty great. And emojis? Forget about it!

No, seriously: forget about it. That’s not real emotion.

I feel brainwashed, willingly brainwashed, to this technology I surround myself with. I’ve exchanged human contact for a funny text. Emotions for emojis. Excitement for the ability to type words that sound excited, but in reality are coming from a girl in a pair of sweats downing a glass of milk and a cookie.

Why not spend my time seeking the Lord? Engaging with the people He put on this earth?

After this little cookie-revelation fiasco, that’s how I’d like to spend my time. Re-sensitizing myself to life, and the plan God created.

Because emojis don’t live up to emotion.

(And I’ve finished my cookie.)