Like in I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it, I understand regret and guilt kind of if I feel stupid for making a mistake I personally regret. But feeling shame because of what others think of me AKA strangers no, I do care what a select small group of people think just because I like them personally and want to please them think.
This all kind of stems from me getting free fruits and veggies from a outdoors produce market, the vendors when they leave for the day stack cardboard boxes of unsold produce by the street. I pass by it on my way home at night so I have got in the habit of looking through the boxes for free food for the night, shit I still have avocado pulp in the freezer from the time I found a box of ripe ones ready for guacamole. But I mean I’ve found everything you can imagine, usually just because the vendors don’t want it but it is highly edible.
This horrifies my wife, like mortifying levels of embarrassment that I am digging through the “trash” like a vagrant, and I will be connected with her and that is terrifying. I see it as a fun grab bag mystery dinner amusement on my way home, hey some kind of tuber I cannot identify! Woo dinner adventure!
She is like don’t people see you doing this, and I am like yes but who cares? This is where we disconnect.
So what is shame anyway exactly? If I was teleported nude on a public street I would’t feel ashamed I’d just cover up with clothes at the nearest opportunity to reduce the discomfort and freakout of others.
EDIT:Before someone asks I stopped the free produce surprise every night for dinner because of my wife’s feelings because she is one of the few people I care about. I do understand the concept of faking to get what you want you have to do with jobs etc.