A certain kind of shame comes from our inability to express the virtuality of beingness. Like I just know things. There is a wordless knowledge in our experiences, and we are born with an awareness about them. But for a long time I have denied myself access to its existence. Thats what shame does to you. It keeps you at place. And if you break this taboo out of tension and stress, you are too deviant and considered out of order, like a malfunctioning spare part in the wheel of economics and a disturbance to the normality of the collective equilibrium.
If you do this, your shame is now transferred back by you to the collective mind, and they are now going to do everything they can, and use any means possible to blame you for doing this. Your thoughts, opinions and comments will go by almost unrecognised. You will not be taken serious but be treated as if you were a case to be diagnosed.
This is what people do to avoid the experiential flow of our being, our deep sense of a personal inner space that we share as substreams of social life. It is almost beyond all comprehension how repressed this reality is in the mass-mind of the public.