I don't really care about anybody. I only pretend to care about people because they benefit me in some way. All my actions are selfish. I help people because I want them to like me. I want to look "good". I have evil thoughts that run through my mind all the time. I am never happy for anyone. If someone is better than me, I secretly loath them.
I don't particularly "like" people, but I find them interesting, and no, I don't loath people who're better than me nor feel jealous or anything, I'm just indifferent.
and I don't know whether it's out of care or not, but I do offer my help a lot, even when it sort of bad for me, not because I want to look good or get anything in return, just help. and knowing nobody can be that good, specially not me, I thought about it for a long time, trying to find the motive behind what I do, I figured that I am too selfish actually, it appears I do it for my personal interest, and because I like knowing that I actually made a difference, so it's just for personal satisfaction and as a tool to gain knowledge and figure people out, and to think that I use people and their need for help in my observations, that's pretty messed up, but oh well, they get the help they need. and as for evil thoughts, I do have loads of them, everyone does, it's normal.
I have decided that because I am like this, other people must be too. I question everyone's motive. No one can possibly help "out of the goodness of their heart". Am I the only one who feels bad about this?
Please tell me I'm wrong.
I don't think my standards are too high. I may be delusional to think that there is such a thing as "good" and "bad".
The way I am does not bother me much. It's the fact that everyone else may think like I do that inhibits me from trusting anyone. How can you accept help, knowing that the person is only doing it to benefit themselves in some way?
you're probably right about people, but it does not necessarily mean that you can't trust them, isn't accepting help knowing that it's driven by some hidden motive better than accepting it blindly then having to deal with the consequences?
oh, and you're not the only one who feels bad about it.
though I do think, like most of us, you are too self aware, which is why you know that you're selfish and bold enough to admit it.
I don't feel like people are better than me, in general. I might be somewhat jealous if they're better than me at something in particular. Even then, I'm not sure I really care. I don't want to be good at everything, even at the things I strive for. It's kind of nice to have people who only do one thing really well, because they provide a source of (amuse) education in that area.
What is "The goodness of heart"? It's pity or compassion. Pity is straight forward, but compassion is it's mixed up freak child. I think most people do something because they have a reason to and it's probably usually for their own benefit.
I think you worrying about proves you can't be all that bad.
that's a very good point
I just realized something. The reason I hate letting people help me is because it gives them credit for my achievements. If I let someone support me, it's not gratifying because I didn't do it myself.
God, I'm so selfish I'm even unwilling to give away my credit. I am a monster.
isn't it maybe because of your pride that you don't let people help you? I don't accept help from people because I have serious pride issues..hmm
You could just be depressed? Sometimes you could be without knowing. A sign of depression is often a lack of responses/feeling. You could have had it for so long you would not be aware. I don't know, I'm only speaking from personal experience. I thought I was heartless for many years, as I had no empathy or feeling for others. Something changed this, I am not sure exactly what, but I was in a relationship that nearly broke me, and one day I suddenly started feeling compassion and love for other people. I was crying all the time, and had not cried since I was a child. It was like this massive waterfall of emotion. I realized I had been depressed for many years, and the trials of the relationship had released something. I was 37 at the time.
really? I thought it's indifference, you don't feel bad for others' sufferings 'cause you're indifferent, couldn't it be as simple as that? not everybody has deep reasons behind their attitude, or do they? I wonder