What did you do that made you feel shame?
Why did you ask me that? Did you think I had done something before/when you asked me that which would make me feel ashamed? What do you think I did that would make me feel shame?
Note that I already answered your question honestly. Now answer mine.
Let’s see if it was something that is worthy of shame, or if it is something that doesn’t even violate self=other.
G’head. Display your paranoia for all to see.
I just note that when somebody doesn’t want to be looked at, usually they are ashamed.
I don’t want to hurt anyone by them looking at me. And no it doesn’t make me ashamed that you choose to look at me despite the fact that it hurts you. Are you ashamed?
Honest question now, this isn’t rhetorical.
Could this be a decent definition of shame?
No because I don’t feel shame. It is your choice to look or not. I have advised you not to. I can’t help it if you do anyway. I don’t want you to hurt. But it is not I who hurt you.
But what if it were a good definition?
Then, by feeling it, you would feel shame.
What if you just shut up? That way, I wouldn’t have to hear your ridiculous bullshit, and everyone will live happily ever after.
I don’t mean that. If I didn’t just say that I didn’t mean that, then I would feel shame.
HAhahahahahahahahahahaha
But then the question becomes, why would that make you feel shame?
Because I wouldn’t want to hurt you. Not that it would be myself who hurt you. Unless you took it wrong. Hence the disclaimer.
Ar maybe it would be because it was an uncontrolled outburst which betrayed something.
Is shame not linked with a feeling of inadequacy?
Perhaps you would like me to display some sort of sign that says “If you don’t like what you see and it hurts you, stop looking”?
Why should I like that?
What else would you like?
Ah, that is a dangerous question.
I told you you were projecting.
Don’t let’s rehash that old thing.
Here’s a quote you might like, I might have it wrong because it’s from memory:
“El Cid no rompe cicatriz
Él abre herida nueva”
I do like it.
Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Stuff con men count on. Js.