Texting (or Lack Thereof)

Some days, my life is like this:

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (gets text that says "How are you doing?)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (reads text)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (drives to work)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (turns off phone)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (works all day)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (turns on phone)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (reads text again)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (drives home)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (eats dinner)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (browses on phone)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (goes out)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (comes home)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (gets ready for bed)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (reads text again)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (goes to sleep)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (sleeps)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (wakes up)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (reads text again)

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (drives to work)

And so on and so forth, ad nauseum

THREE DAYS LATER

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: (responds to text) Not bad. How are you?

This has particularly been true of the last year or so. Maybe it's because I now have a smartphone, so I no longer pick up my phone only for communication purposes. I also have a tendency to get texts that I need to think about before I reply, and I think about it so long that I forget I never actually responded to the message or that the message even exists at all. Stuff like that.

It's usually not that I'm ignoring people or that I don't like them, I swear. I just have gotten terrible at the phone thing.

Of course, the ironic thing is that I might do that, but if someone doesn't text me back within a reasonable amount of time I become convinced that they hate me. Is it just me, or is there something about texting that makes the ego particularly fragile?