Confession is ‘good for the soul’ and these days people can admit to all sorts of things; often on national daytime television complete with sofa, drapes and a baying audience. I could admit to,
…believing in the healing properties of crystals…
…being a love rat…
…having all sorts of plastic surgery…
…spending weeks in rehab overcoming my alcohol and drugs problem….
Most people wouldn’t bat an eyelid at any of those.
Yet there are certain things people find it difficult to admit. At one level its stuff like admitting our children are terrors (they’re ‘hyperactive’ – yet curiously remain overweight!), you enjoy trainspotting or you liked Cliff Richard’s last single.
However, on another level people find it impossible to admit certain things – being lonely or not being able to afford something. Why would admitting that you feel alone elicit a stranger response from people than saying you had a transmitter implanted in your tooth by the CIA and you are now receiving messages from aliens?
It may be some things are too real or personal, too private. Perhaps realities are harder for other people, including family and friends, to deal with than trivialities. If so, somewhere our priorities have gotten messed up.
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