But my daughter belongs to a talk show generation that seems to be losing the ability to discriminate between public and private woes. She sees no reason she shouldn't tell her friends about her marriage, even encourage them to take sides, pass judgment. It's not even the knee-jerk confession mode that worries me most. It's my daughter's fear of silence and solitude that seems unnatural. If she weren't talking to her friends, she might be listening to other voices in her own head, voices she might benefit from hearing out. Instead, she telephones. When she runs out of people to call, she opts for electronic company, the television in one room, the stereo in the next. She may even consider these part of her support group, for all I know.
I'm having a discussion with the inside of my head this week. It's going well. I haven't wanted to intrude.