Midnight mumblings

I've tried for years to hide that I can be a philosopher sometimes. It has failed so badly, I might as well come out of the closet.

Black and white

Oh. Past a certain time in life and you realise they are so elusive. The bad guys don't all come dressed in monster costumes, all snarling and dripping with blood and saliva. They may come packaged in soft velvet with "vulnerability" and "psychological affliction" written on them. And as such your conscience is played with. It is the chief factor why you don't want to do anything definitive about them.

You linger around, alternating between stopping them and helping them. You let them continue their nonsense and emotional abuse.

Your friends don't really care. Too busy empathising.

It doesn't matter if their actions drain nearly the whole universe of its energy

It doesn't matter if they have the mentality that the whole world owes them everything. It's never their fault. Someone else's

It doesn't matter if they bite back at the people who help them.

Why do you want to stop them, oh you cruel thing. Don't you know they are suffering? Those poor creatures.

Vulnerability.

Somehow I think this incident has, in my eyes, dulled the boundary between those who truly need help and those who are just leeching off this world. I don't want this boundary to be dulled. I don't want to become jaded and unfeeling. But some people in this world are testing me very much.

I've never seen vulnerability being abused to such an extent before. That despite being such a drainer of energy, some people in this world manage to get the whole world to be involved in their situation.

And this is not because the world definitely like that person or don't see the person's flaws, but because their consciences have been played with. Or maybe they just don't know.

The worse thing is that the person himself DOES NOT KNOW OR CARE. It's people's duty to help him. It's people's fault if things go wrong. 10000 people in this world have wronged him and they owe him. So it's ok for him to continue with his crap behavior.

But can we do anything? No. That poor thing. How can we touch him?

Psychiatry

I don't want this to be a field of medicine where I end up having misunderstandings about after this entire saga. I think society needs to understand more about it. But I don't. Out of respect, I shall refrain from commenting further.