So why is it so hard to be kind? Why does being nice feel so…embarrassing? Why can’t we just say, “Hey, it could’ve been me. I’ve sent those emails. I’ve taken those selfies. I’ve tried to hide stuff from my parents. It could’ve been me, so I’m gonna help you through it. I’m gonna stand with you through the waves of mortifying embarrassment. And it’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay, because we’re gonna make it okay.” Imagine how many people would still be here. Imagine that.