I remember the first time I heard the Beach Boys sing the song, I cried.
“There’s a room that I can go to tell my secrets to,
In my room…”
Or my chamber.
I thought they wanted to hurt me.
It was many years before I realized they were equally as frightened–just using their criticism of me to boost their false bravado.
That’s the source of all meanness.
After all, the Germans were defeated in World War I, humiliated in the peace treaty that followed, and set out to find a “chamber” for their cause–where they could prove they were better than those around them. It became a chamber of horrors.
Having a room is a good thing.
Using it to get your head on straight is even better.
Leaving it is wise.