I've been accused before of being addicted to helping lost causes.
And there's some truth in that.
I've also been that that's because I enjoy it, that I'm only happy when people are dependent on me.
And that's not even slightly true.
In fact I loathe people being dependent on me - I feel trapped and stressed by it.
I don't mind helping people out with the occasional thing - being able to help someone out with a problem is fine by me - I'd like my friends to be happy after all.
But I don't feel good from helping them - I just stop feeling bad for the fact that they have a problem.
I see unhappy people, people who aren't unable to cope, people in pieces, and it tears me up inside. I feel their pain and I'll do pretty much anything to make it stop.
And _that's_ my problem.
And there's some truth in that.
I've also been that that's because I enjoy it, that I'm only happy when people are dependent on me.
And that's not even slightly true.
In fact I loathe people being dependent on me - I feel trapped and stressed by it.
I don't mind helping people out with the occasional thing - being able to help someone out with a problem is fine by me - I'd like my friends to be happy after all.
But I don't feel good from helping them - I just stop feeling bad for the fact that they have a problem.
I see unhappy people, people who aren't unable to cope, people in pieces, and it tears me up inside. I feel their pain and I'll do pretty much anything to make it stop.
And _that's_ my problem.