Over the last 20 years, I have actually discovered to live with emojis, but only just. Try as I did, I could not get rid of the variety of emojis from my keyboard, the fifteen kinds of smiles, the 7 kinds of manic laughter, the three kinds of fury, the 2 kinds of sheepish faces, the 3 gears of smugness– they would all pop up each time I attempted to type a message.
Watered down
No matter how hard I attempted to stick to the classic methods of conveying feelings and opinion through text, other pals, especially those younger than me, kept inserting this emo-junk in the middle or at the end of perfectly excellent sentences.
