The obsessed, and the misunderstood

What happened to the good old days? Not that I've ever lived in them, but they sound great compared to what we deal with today; digital communication. So many fits, confusions, tears, and tantrums caused by texting. People depend on this technology as if it were the only way to say anything to anyone, barely anyone even talks on the phone anymore. And the main source of all confusion/drama is the fact that you can't convey tone through digital communication. You can never tell if someone is saying something sarcastically or with honest enthusiasm. You can never tell if someone is angry or just too busy to give an effort.
There are two different categories for texters; the obsessed and the misunderstood. The obsessed are of course, most commonly girls. The obsessed texters are emotionally attached to their phone and everything it receives.  They are the analysts, the ones who "read between the lines". But when they analyze they actually create a false assumption, a paranoid assumption. Obsessed texters suffer the most from the dilemma of conveying tones, everything is assumed to be the worst unless it's accompanied by some sort of smiley. That's what drives me absolutely crazy, the invention of those god-forsaken smileys have led to nothing but disaster. Obsessed texters will make the biggest deal over a message that had a smiley in it, and an even bigger deal over a message without  one. And punctuation matters a lot too, for example if you put a period at the end of your message, you will freak the crap out of an obsessed texter. Obsessed texter also make a big deal over how late the message comes. If someone doesn't reply within the minute, the obsessed texter will read over their message checking for any mistakes, and then they look over the message to see if it was actually sent through. After the checking and the re-reading, they sit. Clutching their phone and checking it every minute. And the instant they get a reply, they jump up and go on to their analyzing, feeding into a viscous cycle.
The misunderstood are the other side of the conversation, they are the ones who send the message that the obsessed "analyze". Texting isn't a big deal and they keep it to a minimum. They are often the recipients of frantic message from the obsessed,, to which they have to reply with an excessively long message explaining how their little obsessed friend has nothing to worry about. The misunderstood won't text at family gatherings, dinner, whilst hanging out with friends, and other occasions that are more important than texting. Of course the       misunderstood are the ideal persona, and the obsessed are the ones in serious need of mental treatment.
A common trend I've noticed is technology bringing out our flaws. Technology has turned us into desperate people in desperate need for perfection. It has divided us into two distinct parts, the black and the white. It feeds the necessities for obsession, and it drives the humane away. Texting has replaced the good and natural way of communication; talking. So when the apocalypse of obsessed texters comes, you can find me sitting back and asking, "What happened to the good old days?"