The minute he wakes up the one who goes off half-cocked and never finishes what he starts shame arises in the background. He has no idea it is there. But in the face of some unknown, uncomfortable feeling, he responds by entering a selfish space, with a brutish look on his face, although he has just arisen.
The man who wants everything his own way feels a little selfish as he gets dressed and contemplates leaving the house. The man who doesnt need anyone and yet has to be the centre of attention feels a little lonely. None of these feelings are known to him, but are just the backdrop of every lived or rather unlived - day.
He thinks about arriving downtown, where he will bite off more than he can chew and screw up everything he lays his hands on. He feels inadequate and uncomfortable but does not know that he does or why. He contemplates chatting with someone - the one who talks before he thinks and never gets anything right - and feels another touch of shame. But still he does not know it is shame or why he feels uncomfortable.