There have been countless times where people have hurt, disappointed, agitated, pissed me off etc. I used to worry about such things, eventually, and I don't know what happened. I think something in me snapped and I got tired of feeling like I was under the control of other people. Some people would say jump and I was plead with how high? I think it was in 2005 something began to snap and in 2006 I finally said, "To hell with these people. Wish them the best, but you're gonna run my dry trying to appease you."
What these people were doing to me was 10% of my problem, how I was allowing it to trigger reactions in me was 90% of my problem. As the old saying goes... we're our own worst enemy.
Once I learned this my sympathy meter began to dwindle towards certain things. I'm not heartless by any means. But if you've done something insanely stupid, knowing it was stupid don't cry/complain to me about it. I'll pat you on the back and tell you to suck it up and deal with it. Kinda like the whole "You made your bed, now sleep in it" kind of thing.
.... maybe I'm just not that nice of a person. I'm well aware of this. I'd do just about anything for my friends, but I'm not going to encourage destructive behavior.
Just venting... now I'm hungry... maybe I'll elaborate later. Any insight?