Neglected Emojis

Christine Elgersma
The Haven
Published in
3 min readMar 31, 2019

When I look at the emojis I use most frequently, I feel Iโ€™m not doing them justice. Theyโ€™re mundane. I mean, who needs to see ๐Ÿ™‚ or ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผone more time? Sure I have a ๐Ÿ™„ and a ๐Ÿ˜• in there, but I am definitely not using the vast library available to its fullest potential.

For instance, letโ€™s take a look at the majestic ๐ŸฆŒ. Heโ€™s mid-prance and clearly feeling himself.

How about when you have a ๐Ÿงถ emergency in the middle of knitting a baby blanket for your pregnant best friend because youโ€™ve realized youโ€™re using the color her mom made her wear to the 8th grade dance when she got her period unexpectedly and everyone laughed at the toilet paper trail that had unwound from her underwear?

Or take a look at the ๐Ÿ”‹which seems to contain Shazam and who needs some of that? ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

But letโ€™s really get into the dark underbelly of these tiny pictures just skulking around your keyboard.

๐Ÿฅƒ Fourth glass of break-up whiskey thatโ€™s clearly mixed with tears.

๐Ÿฅ‰ A pathetic third place medal โ€œearnedโ€ for an eassay about Abe Lincoln copied directly from Wikipedia.

๐Ÿ’ฟ The mix CD your first boyfriend made that was a cruel blend of Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tesla, and Tangerine Dream.

โš™๏ธ The simple cog in a machine your mid-level job has become despite your efforts to โ€œmake a difference.โ€

๐Ÿ•ณ The sinkhole that took your familyโ€™s camper in 1989 when vacationing in Florida and your stuffed elephant went down with it.

๐Ÿฆ  The outbreak of mono you suspect you contracted from a joint Scott passed you at that party so you didnโ€™t even get it from kissing anyone.

๐Ÿ“‰ Your savings account after your unfortunate and misplaced interest in bitcoin.

๐Ÿ’ฑ The key to the mystery of Roanoke etched into a stone that someone now uses to block the cat door at night so the raccoons canโ€™t come in.

๐Ÿคน๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ Your older brother who is still trying to make it as a magician even though his girlfriend just left him for that very reason.

๐Ÿ—บ The paper map you had to buy from a gas station after you dropped your phone into a porta potty at an outdoor concert featuring Ratt as the headliner.

๐Ÿ–ฒ Whatever this is.

The ๐Ÿ›ข ๐Ÿ”ฅ of shame you keep trying to๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธwhen your mind wanders to the elusive and mysteriously sexy ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ that youโ€™ve been strangely obsessed with since age 12 but your conscience tells you youโ€™re being ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ and so you just eat ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŸ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฉ to tamp those feelings๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ but they still keep coming โ˜๐Ÿผ(๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ) so you ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ and ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ with your feelings but you canโ€™t seem to find the ๐Ÿ— to forgetting ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ so you finally write a ๐Ÿ’Œ and throw it in the ๐ŸŒŠ and ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ that ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ reads it while eating his ๐ŸŸ dinner then you drive away in your ๐Ÿš™, finally ready to move ๐Ÿ”›.

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Christine Elgersma
The Haven
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Writer, editor, teacher, queer mom, lip synch enthusiast, backseat forensic psychologist & paranormal investigator, car-singer, survivor of an โ€˜80s childhood.