When we were in campus, Willie used to convince someone’s daughter to spend the night at his room at the men’s hostel. He had a different way of interpreting the ten-to-ten rule.
He could either convince his three roommates to go into “exile”, or he could ignore them and go on with his business for the night. He was shameless.
The following morning, Willie walked majestically with his sagging pants, head held high while greeting and smiling at everyone on sight. Like a politician who has just won an erection.
On the other hand, the lady had to endure the walk of shame as she walked through the corridors going to wash utensils at the common sink.
The prying glances of the men in the corridors made her to burn with humiliation.
Shame tells us that our nakedness, indequacies and flaws have been exposed.
The feeling of being on a stage and watched by a judging audience.
Even in private, the peering eyes of the audience are still staring with disapproval.
Indeed, the audience is not the strangers in the corridors, but the self.
Life is life
Fabio