Dear Diary,
Don’t tell anybody. I’ve been reading a book about “emotional intelligence.”
Sometimes … I’m no expert, but sometimes … I think that maybe … just maybe … if you were to get in the waaaaaaay back machine, and teleport to humans before humans had developed language … you turned that dial to a bazillion gazillion years ago or whatever and slammed that “go” button … you might find that emotions were how we communicated with each other.
Or in other words, maybe emotions were how humans communicated, before humans developed language.
It kinda makes sense. Like little monkeys.
Just imagine … imagine you could say no words (and what a wonderful world that would be) … but you could raise the eyebrows, or scowl your face, or laugh laugh laugh, or wrinkle up your nose and stick your tongue out, or wink at that hot cavegirl babe, and so on. We could probably get on reasonably well.
If it was me … I’d have invented the middle finger salute before anything else. But I think you know that.
Thanks for listening.
PS. I mean, any idiot that’s spent longer than a minute studying emotions knows that emotions are a signal. They’re a call to action. They need to be interpreted, processed, and understood. And they can be. But then thinking of what social creatures humas are, it doesn’t take a huge leap to think well gee, if our emotions are an action signal to ourselves, maybe they used to be signals to our others, as well. I suppose in a way they still are … people who are good at it can will constantly be aware of the nonverbal communication going on around them, like a herd of little sheep. I suppose that isn’t a very big thought … and I am used to very, very tiny little thoughts … but it was fun.
