Textasy is the state a mobile phone or PDA enters when overwhelmed by text messages. In this annoying state of confusion, the phone or PDA will begin flashing or blinking and won't respond to normal commands. Often requires the user to reboot phone.
Dude...sorry I didn't get your text message. My phone is trippin on textasy!
A state of intense exaltation of mind and feeling one achieves as a result of multiple continuous text messaging with close friends and associates. Rapture associated with rapid fire texting, use of keypad, reading of messages, often involving groups of close friends all at once.
As a result of sending and receiving numerous friendly and fun text messages all at once, and without even being conscious of it, Donna had achieved a state of utter textasy.
When two people are texting back and forth about an important topic of conversation. Something you should/could call the person about. It involves over 160 character texts and multiple texts.
Text 1: I think we should break up
Text 2: We are not having this textsation right now.
Other: Breaking up, dating, sex, global warming, etc.
An exorbitantly long text that, on one's phone, almost resembles an essay. Something that the person probably should have just called you and talked to you or left you a voicemail for. Textays usually go off on tangents and ignore the original topic at hand.
Chick, via text: hey how's it going :) i went to the supermarket ystrday and i was thinking of youuu i saw these cantaloupes and their skin had the most bumpy texture just like your hands after you were carrying the furniture upstairsss like who even knew someones skin could turn out like that?? i dont know?? haha we'll see after i go to med school though and i can diagnose everyone like it's nobody's business.. xxxoxxo ;))
Dude to friend: Wow, all I asked her was if she wanted to go to the hockey game... She sent me back a whole textay.
Friend: Maybe you should grade that shit.
Like quicksand, but in the context of texting. AKA virtual quicksand. A metaphorical state where things have gotten out of control and one starts to panic at the thought of the predicament they have gotten themselves into, from texting.
Texter 1: Hey
Texter 2: Hey
Texter 1: Wanna come over?
Texter 2: Now? It's 12:30 am
Texter 1: Yeah. I had a bit too much wine
Texter 2: :) Ok
And even through the blurry haze of a good buzz, the regret and panic starts to set in. Oh man, I'm in textsand now.