To be honest, my initial reaction was to be pissed off, and that quickly segued into construing an argument to justify my behavior. I never really considered that my giggles, smirks, and grunts in response to a Facebook comment or a tweet were isolating and disrespectful to the real-life person sitting beside me on the couch.
The email alert popped up with annoying regularity, reminding me that my high school reunion was approaching and I had not yet purchased my ticket. I had already decided months earlier that I was not going, not this time. And time was the operative word, because this reunion marked forty years since my graduation. Attending would force me to face that reality head on and I simply wasn't prepared for it.