I’ve never woken up one day and thought, “Dang, I’d love to be judged today!” Or, “Can’t wait to see their faces when I admit I messed up.”
If I’m around a self-respecting person I wont start talking about the skeletons in my closet. If they say, “How was your week?“ The words, “Oh, well, you know, I’m dealing with an addiction,” are not going to come out of my mouth, if I was dealing with an addiction. I don’t want to feel like I’m less of a human than they are. And some people appear pretty perfect. That’s hard to compete with.
Perverted people are going to make friends easier because when you’re around them you don’t feel like you’re below them. They wont judge you because…well, that would be hypocritical of them and chances are, they don’t care.
There’s a line in an Evanescence song that goes…”Always find my place among the ashes…” So, no matter what happens, if I take myself down to where the perverted people are then a part of me will feel like it has found its place. What part would that be exactly?
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?---Jeremiah 17:9
That part, I suppose.
Conclusion: “Perfect” people are usually more human than we think, and understand better and tend to be the ones who really end up caring (in my experience), but it would help if we could see that because if not, our tendency is to go down hill where we know we will for sure be accepted and not judged.