With all the ROFLing that PURPORTEDLY happens on the internet, it’s a wonder there aren’t more ethernet-related burn injuries. HOW IS IT, we always want to ask, THAT YOU ARE ROFLING, BUT ALSO TYPING? How do we have any butts left after we have laughed them all off? Why are libraries so quiet if everyone is LOLing like they just don’t care?
Are we, in fact, exaggerating our laughter to grease the social wheels/dazzle the masses into believing their lives are wonderful and the republic is a carnival with no losers? NEVAHHHH.
Indeed, like characters in a dystopian sci-fi vision, we have managed to distill our amusement into tiny pill-shaped expressions of laughter for the sake of the internet. (UH-OH, ARE WE TURNING INTO EMOTIONLESS ROBOTS?) But the WAY that you express your jollies through binary code says a lot about what type of person you are. Are you Channing Tatum’s spirit brother? When he is amused, his emails look a little like this: