I liked the group chat. I also muted it. There were constant jokes, plans, debates, and messages that seemed to require context I had missed. Every time I returned, the group looked closer. I felt pressure to catch up so I would not arrive as a stranger. Muting it helped me understand that reading everything was not the same as building relationships. I kept the practical notifications and let the rest pass. When we met in person, nobody tested my knowledge of the chat. Some of the people I connected with had been quiet too. The entire social future had not actually happened on my phone.