To quote a line from Glen Campbell's hit, Nice guys get washed away, like the snow in the rain. Too true, and who cares about us?
Life is crap, and I have reached the point where I want to call it off. I have been put down, and beaten to the point, I have nothing left to fight with.
I spent my life trying to help others, and what did it ever do for me? Nothing.
I am considering a lifestyle change, a policy of minimal assistance. I know it goes against everything I based my life on, but old values don't matter any more.
Other than a few close friends, each time I try to help people; I get more crap dumped on me, time has come to think of myself.
I did try this once in college, and my friends thought I was having a bad time, and gave me space.
If I can make money writing false reviews about things I never used, and places I never went to, why should I care? Nobody I know will read them, and the bottom line is I can make as much with one review as I do in a month -- well the last two any way-- writing stories nobody cares about.
It appears the people who get on are people who don't care who they tread on to advance, time for a change in attitude.