Why?
Why, oh why am I this combination of a person who wants to help others and see them succeed, while utterly despising a sense of responsibility for them. I try to lend some outside perspective, to "teach" some of what I've learned. In some ways, on some levels, I've acknowledged that friends of mine are filling the roles of family. Archtypes of irresponsible mate, or stubborn child... I could slot people in those roles at one time or another. It may be a screwed up analogy, but there it is. I try to help and teach, and it kills me when I see them making the same mistakes over and over that I've tried to break them of. I'm not always right by a long shot. My ways are not the best, though I hope rarely the worst. But... guh... time and again, I'm left asking myself why I bother, why I invest the time and emotional commitment. Or even money once in a while. Finances are an area that seems to come up a lot. I'm better off than a lot of my peers/frie