Deep in the minds and characters.

Just watching the TV and reading newspapers, listening to teachers, reading philosophers - one may come to the feeling the world is a well-behaved place, everything goes orderly according to some, usually fixed, rules.
Reading newspapers one comes to a conclusion we're the good ones. Sure, bad things happen in the world, but not in our vicinity. There is just the good part and the bad part and one is in the good part, just there's an assumption we should make the bad part better.
Now there are statistics in the media (now we may question the validity of these, but that doesn't disprove the point) which may surprise us, but still, it isn't possible this would happen near us, those are just problems of other people, far away, aren't they?
Now I may just be a freak and all my friends are freaks and while the hypothesis above is overall true, I may just have a totally different perspective. Still, I find it quite improbable that it would be true only for me...
It's just that always I happen to get to know someone better, the facade of orderliness and perfection begins to melt. Problems and...just weird things... begin to pour from the person...sure, one wouldn't say it to strangers, not even hint at those. It's just not good to show my problems when everyone around me seems so perfect (now this may be even more pronounced in the countryside - people in the city may appear more weird, but it may be partially because they are more likely to show it).
And now this may be even more troubling when we try to help strangers via charity, voluntary work etc. (no problem so far), while we don't solve our own problems, or those of the near people. We just pretend there aren't any, or even don't know about them. Now this surely isn't absolutely true, but sometimes (...often) it seems to me this way.