Modernity, Spectatorship, Power

My most self-conscious moments tend to be when my suitemates and neighbors start talking about their family life or really fun-sounding traditions, etc, etc, and I begin to think about how different and less-positive my past familial experiences have been.

For ad: display an intimate but comfy space in which 7 to 10 people can talk freely about their lives and relate well to each other, in an manner one could even call excitatory. The space should consist of three sofas, a television on in the background, and a table, possibly with a disgruntled deck of cards that's clearly been used, but is not currently in use. Now is the time for reminiscing. People tend to shout over each other in proclamation of how awesome the things they do/did with family and friends are. The camera pans across the room as they discuss their fun, sometimes even jumping to certain individuals who become enthused enough to interject with their own tales. After a while, it's clear that one member of the couch community has remained silent for a good while, and so they community initiates the gaze as the camera pans to the leftmost seat on one of the couches. The individual struggles to come up with some sort of summer camp, some holiday tradition that hasn't collapsed due to family deaths or even just something moderately happy that can be related in some way. Perspiration forms on the forehead, the brow furrows, and the distress is clear from the individuals face that he is a black sheep, clearly thinking of unsatisfying memories. Some small mention is made, and the group awkwardly accepts this as tribute before continuing with their excited conversation...