The Oxford dictionary says that an emotion is either a strong feeling, such as joy or anger (really, Oxford, that’s the kind of definition more dictionaries ought to publish) or an instinctive feeling as distinguished from reasoning.
Bingo. An emotion is approximately the opposite of logical reasoning.
This word originates from the Latin word emovare which means ‘disturb’.
And disturb it does. It messes with everything. Does the ability to make logical decisions make us human? Indeed not. It is the ability to let this fickle and feisty (and other adjectives beginning with F) thing called emotion virtually eliminate the existence of our logical side that distinguishes us from the other anthropoids
So, in conclusion if you have ever experienced the annoying discomfort of being on the verge of taking a major decision that would in all likelihood do nothing but improve your life, and suddenly spot the emotional twist, say for example an ex-flame you’re not sure you’re really over, or an untrustworthy friend who you can’t help but love cause s/he’s just been around for too long or an overbearing parent who you just want to make happy (you get the point), and then out goes that sensible idea, you can proudly wear a Hello! I’m Human sticker. Preferably on your forehead, where everyone can see it.
Or maybe a Caution! I’m Human sticker would work better, depending on just how disgustingly human you are.
Presence of emotions should be classified as a form of retrogressive evolution. Not to be carried forward in the next generation. Maybe then the more competitive of our lot will buck up and make a bunch of stone-hearted, smart babies.
On second thoughts, that might not be such a good idea. I just imagined a population explosion of Stewies and the mental image gave me the creeps.
(Although an increase in the number of people with British accents would be bloody fantastic.)
Back to the point. The reason why I’ve developed this sudden antipathy towards my kind is because I’ve developed a little crush, and that little crush has developed feelings of it’s own. The worst part is, it’s probably my fault. I fed that stupid crush of mine scraps and morsels of sentiment and pinches of idle daydreams that all began with “what if…” and now it’s grown into this monstrous entity that cannot be banished from my head. Believe me, I’ve tried. But it’s already taken control of my mind and obliterated all paths of rational thinking.
Yup, it’s an emotion. And a big fat one at that.