Those who mind might not matter but they also might have better manners

An hour ago, I left my apartment to go food shopping, and found my neighbor, sitting in her car in our driveway, shaving her legs. Now, I get that the light is definitely better over there, and I admit to using my own rear view mirror to spot and pluck stray facial hairs when they inevitably strike, but legs? In the communal driveway? For reals?

She didn't see, or at least, she didn't acknowledge me. But I sensed no trace of embarrassment or self-consciousness, especially given that the passenger side door was wide open. Once I got past the grossness of the act (my car interior is one of the few places in the world I keep immaculate) I marveled that she clearly could not care less what I, our neighbors, or anyone walking by might have thought of her.

I suppose it must be nice to go through life like that, blessed with the gift of not giving a shit. However, I'm content being slightly neurotic and hyper-aware, and I would imagine my friends and neighbors are thankful.