Mark swallowed his beer and remained speechless.
“What?” Jim asked. “Are you pissed or what?”
Mark felt like a fool. He worked the word “No” past his shamed. It wasn’t a lie. He wasn’t angry; he felt hurt. In an instant he started to defend his blog. And then he remembered a fact: just because something is important to me doesn’t mean my friends share my proportion. Participation in my personal pains and spiritual struggles is a lot to ask of a friend. He silently examined his expectations. Is it? he silently asked himself.