I am sick to death of people and their suffocating neediness today. Once, a whining, witless woman, whom I have no respect at all for, asked me if I found it fulfilling to help people- I replied, pointedly, that it was never fulfilling to help people who are too lazy to figure things out for themselves. For the love of GAWD! I’d rather be dead than moaning incessantly about my poor, downtrodden self.
Beyond the general intellectual sloth, lies a childish surrender that allows some adults to believe it is acceptable to burden others with their problems with the expectation that the crushing weight of them will inspire others to find the solution. It is exhausting, time-consuming, unnecessary work. Are they simply lazy or truly idiots???
In the hope of cultivating kindness, I watched a TED talk on compassion. Whatever. I’m compassionate enough right now. I was happy to learn that Einstein was compassionate and very flawed.