I think I just need to think of myself first from now on

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After the shooting/break-in I realized that no one would help you very quickly.

Does not matter how much there is out there about caring for the community people don’t care about anyone but themselves.

Can I fault them? Not really?

But am I going to go out of my way to help after this whole thing, probably not.

No one even cared to ask if I was ok or anything.

And the neighbors involved harassed us.

So please tell me why I need to care about other people's problems?

I don’t mean pretending to care, I can do that. But actual caring, no. It’s not worth it.

At the end of the day we are all out for ourselves.

You don't. It's good to care for others and their problems, but one should think twice before doing so at the expense of their own well being. If you have your own problems or anything at all that takes a lot of energy out of you, you don't need to care for others. Take care of yourself and, if you have any energy left over from that, you can use it to care for other people's problems if you want to.

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A man's car stopped running. A woman and I pushed the car. The man offered me five bucks. I accepted. The man offered the woman cash. "It's good to help people. Thank you for letting us help you"

My services worth one penny. He gave me five bucks. He helped me 4.99.

Her services worth one penny. She claimed a Nobel Prize Award. He helped her a Nobel Prize Award

Precious lil "people" keep saying "may I help you?" And "are you ok?". They make a mountain out of a molehill.

They act like they dragged my worthless corpse out of a burning building. But all they did was flap their beak or do their job (sometimes badly).

They act like they are the latest greatest thing since sliced bread

They call themselves clinical psychologist


Psychobabble Extroverts are like that

Sure, help those in obvious, desperate need -- people drowning or trapped in burning cars, that sort of thing; but expect nothing in return.  I used to help friends and family whenever they needed it for the slightest errand -- bring them an extra loaf of bread while at the store, for example.  When a "perfect storm" of events left me homeless, did any of them make any effort to provide relief?

No.  Not a single one.

Do any of them deserve any more help from me?

No.  Not a single one.

Yet, ten years later, when I got back on my feet and re-established myself as a wage-earner and property-owner, many of them came around with their well-rehearsed "old buddy, old pal" routines and tried to get me to "loan" them a few thousand bucks because they could barely manage their own money.

Effem.  Effem all.

Also, to any kids on here, think long and hard before trying a drug like crack cocaine.

Buckle yourself in for a tough life of no sympathy.

Think about how I do not care about my crackhead neighbors.

And their Facebook pages confirm that they are crackheads btw.