It's nothing noble: that notion to reach beyond yourself in moments of darkness. That urge to help another person isn't some altruistic act that elevates you to a Zen plane.
It's purely selfish.
When help another person, you take the opportunity to write the script for what you wish the universe was saying to you at that very moment. It's like you're writing instructions: see? see? THIS is what I need to hear!
You get to pour every ounce of love, compassion, honesty, empathy, gentleness, importance, and sympathy into it that you wish the world were showing you.
You get to live out what you need by becoming what you want. Tricky bit of business, that. Takes a particular type of neurotic not to almost make happiness out of that.
Fuck all dis noize!!! Imma jam on The Walking Dead!
spoilers of the broadest kind for Walking Dead to follow
Hush yore pretty little mouf, baybay. No worries. I got 600lbs of Walking Dead here. Aw yeah! |
I'm Rick Grimes, biatch! Do I love Rickle Pickle because I aspire to be like him? Or do I love Sheriff Friendly because he aspires to be like me? Mobius strip of mutual admiration. |
Okay, seriously, is he just always eyefucking the camera? That looks like a godamn cologne ad. |
It is also worth noting that many nice things happened to me today, including getting invited to a thanksgiving, congratulated by the gas station guy, and loaned $.25 in line to get sodas.
and that's why helping other people is the best medicine
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