“Don't overanalyze things.”
Sigmund Freud* #quote
I was thinking, people who have skeletons in their closet must be brave. Simply because they've got some backbone. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Messenger Of Happiness
The “:)”, called “smiley face” ever since he was born, enjoyed his mission in life. :) spread goodwill while people typed him into messages. He gave quick bursts of little happy emotion without large strings of poetic words to convey them.
:) felt overjoyed when he tagged along the end of a message when people flirted with each other. He could easily tell when a lame joke that he stood at the end of was just small talk to build up for a date. But something happened that made :) feel worse than anything else.
When people saw him and became angry. When they misunderstood him because of lack of tone inside of text messages. Or worse when people actually use him to express some nasty feeling. :) felt that he should carry joy, not anger, or mean remarks.
At those times :) felt like he was a :(