I find it strange how, all my life, I've had this odd sort of savior complex. At least, this is how it's described to me by others. As many times as I can remember knowing anyone was in trouble, or pain, or heartache, I've always felt that it was my duty to take their hand and help them back to happiness.
I know that's complete bullshit. I know that the weight of the world doesn't rest on my shoulders. But I don't feel right ignoring people in pain. And I have to say, it's unbelievably exhausting trying to help everyone I meet, considering how many people seem to understand that I'll be there and use me for their benefit. I'm getting sick of it. And on top of being sick of it, I know that I'm not going to stop trying to offer help to people, even if they resent me for it.
But, all right. Emo bullshit aside. I can't complain about something I'm doing to myself any more than I can complain about drinking too much. It's my problem to deal with, if you want to call it a problem.
I've got a few days off. I'm planning on taking are of some things around the house and lazing like there's no tomorrow. Also, if any of you would be comfortable, I'm still looking to meet people on the island. No, I don't mean meat in bed with a hard cock, just getting to know them. If there's anyone who might be interested in chatting some time either on MSN or in person, just gimme a message.
A'right, on to breakfast. See you all soon.
About your savior complex though....it is a good thing to be of aid when one knows what to do to help, but sometimes people adopt this way of learning about things through the element of attempting to assist others. Hemingway once said something along the lines of that a person cannot help anyone but themselves until they know everything there is to know, and though that's rather short-sighted, it is important to help oneself first, others second.