One of my friends has a daughter that is so off track that when I ran into her at a clothes store she cried
That same woman does not talk to me anymore because she is embarrassed at what she told me about her daughter.
This is just tragic. I cannot imagine being embarrassed at only being human. And worse than that, I wonder if this friend feels shame not because of her child's suffering and problems, but because it makes her look damaged or imperfect.
Give me a break. I agree with you. We are all imperfect and damaged in one way or another. But to try to keep up an image. Oh, really.
I couldn't care less.
I live in a place where I am not from. It's a very surfacy place. When I see women my age who are acquaintances in the street if tell them the truth about how I feel or what's going on (and nearly always I do) they look at me like I peed on the ground. Even though I know that I shouldn't care, I do. I feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Even though I know better.
I am trying to move back to where I am from. I can't leave here fast enough.
Newstart, my thinking is exactly like yours in all respects.