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.
Have you ever gone to a high school reunion? I think back about my 10-year high school reunion and remember how it was all about what we were doing with our lives, what college we had gone to, where we were living and the career paths we chose. I was thinking that going to a high school reunion in my 50s would be somewhat the same. It wasn't.