Carolyn
I am a Heartless Bitch because I just can't fake interest in whatever problem someone has no interest in solving on their own today.
If someone I don't know terribly well complains about their relationships, they just want sympathy. They don't want to hear about how they should decide if this relationship is worth it, and if it isn't, they should get out. They don't want to advice on how to fix or end the relationship. They don't care that after my one horribly bad relationship, I decided my standards had to change to weed out men like that earlier. It isn't their fault. I am supposed to feel for them. I don't.
So I say "Oh, that's interesting," and walk off. This makes me a bitch.
If someone I barely know tells me about their medical problems, I know they just want sympathy. Unless it is preventing them from doing something right now, I don't need to know. They certainly don't want to hear about how I manage to live a full life with the same problem. They don't want me to doubt their self-diagnosis. They don't want advice; they just want to be told what a poor person they are and how impossible it is for them to do something for themselves. I don't buy that.
So I just say "I see," and either change the subject or leave. This makes me a bitch.
I don't want to give sympathy for lack of money, due, of course, to poor management of funds and overspending. I don't want to lie and say that someone couldn't have known that they would get in trouble for some illegal activity. If someone hates their boss, they can deal with it or change jobs.
Life is not fair. Some of us understand this and deal with it. Others put their lives on hold until the rest of us make it fair. I will help someone willing to do most of it for himself. I will help someone who really can not solve his problems on his own. To those who seek to absolve themselves from responsibility, I am an unsympathetic bitch.
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