There Was a Time When Troubles Talk Brought Us Closer ...
This is supposedly the anti-social century. We not only bowl alone. One-fourth of us eat alone . Well, most or if not all the hysteria about retreating into isolated bunkers misses this: Essentially we remain social animals. Just not as social. The social circles are smaller and who we let in are carefully screened. In a simpler time when employment was stable, we only lived several years after retirement and offspring didn't hang on, what we called "troubles talk" served to deepen bonds. When the neighbor confided her husband was drinking too much welcome was this confiding. We were trusted. Obviously, we had another close friend. You can't have too many of that. In the century of financial uncertainty with homelessness possible and the kids a-failure-to-launch troubles talk isn't as welcome. Notice that more of us in casual encounters say, "Good to see you," not "How are you." Overwhelmed, we don't want to hear it. The exception ma...