One day I would like to try my hand at a short story. Or two. I enjoy reading short stories and think it would be fun to write one.
An idea came to mind one day a couple years back on a day where an interaction with a particular coworker left me feeling a little frustrated or, in colloquial terms, stabby. As I was texting said person in an attempt to resolve the situation, the knife emoji–or, as I like to refer to it–the stabby emoji–appeared in the middle of a word mid-sentence. Fortunately I caught it and deleted the emoji before sending the text, but I was left a little startled.
I have never, in my life, used the stabby emoji. I knew it was there. I’m not sure, however, I even knew where to find it. But somehow it was there in my short rows of “recently used” emojis and it popped up, unbidden, in my text to said coworker.
I started to imagine a world where we were so synched with our devices that predictive text (which I only just turned on and most of the time forget to use) evolved into something deeper and our true feelings expressed themselves in emojis in our day-to-day conversations with others.
I could think of a few scenarios where that might make things interesting.
In any case, to this day I’ve had occasion where emojis popup unbidden (my favorite is when you mean to hit the smiley and your chubby fingers send the heart emoji–oops!), but since I generally at least try to think kind thoughts, nothing so sharp as that one time before.
That said, I’m still not sure how random emojis I have never used pop up in my recently used selection.
What if while I am sleeping random texts are somehow sent out into the void full of unexpressed emoji?