Let’s not get too heavy eh?
My dad insists on sending me emails for things that should be texts messages e.g I just received ‘what time do you want me there on Thursday’ in the title of an email with nothing in the body. I’ll get a new email for every message. He has unlimited texts 
My mum doesn’t split long things up on Messenger, she’ll spend ages composing long blocks of text.
Also: her iPad has the keyboard tones switched on
leave voicemails
“hi it’s dad, just tried phoning you there.” message ends.
My dad still uses a stylus to type anything on his cell phone.
Talks to me sideways on FaceTime rather than unlock screen rotate
Urghhh. When I’m on site I share an office with other people That do the same job as me from other companies. They literally all have their phone and laptop key/alert tones on. 
that’s insane
My mum does this too. ‘Hi laelfy, just tried to call you…will speak to you another time’.
Moved too far away.
I do a lot of passive aggressive staring
My stepdad often tweets known bands with something like “I love your music p.s. do you know my stepson’s band…”. I would ask him to stop but I suppose it’s kind of sweet, if very annoying.
That’s awesome and cringey at the same time 
Every time I search my band name on Twitter I’m 90% mortified and 10% disappointed
Have any of them ever heard of you?
Mum tends to ask a question then interrupt you with something completely unrelated when you’re in the middle of answering it. Reckon I’d find her the most difficult person in the world to communicate with if I didn’t grow up with it.
Thinks i’ve died if I don’t post an instagram story on a saturday morning so I have to post an instagram story on saturday morning just so she doesn’t call me about 12 wondering if i’ve died or not
no chance any parents ever following me on any social media. absolutely fuck that.
only my mum on there and she’s really very sweet and my biggest fan so she comments and likes on all my posts
Doesn’t look like it - one certain mouthy band member did reply, but only to call him a slab.
My dad has no patience whatsoever in restaurants in particular. As soon as he’s done eating, he’s asked for the bill, paid it and is trying to rush everyone out the door even if they’re half way through dessert or coffee.