Shit
Rarely have I found myself in such an ethical quandary.
I know I have no right to even THINK about...I mean, I can't in good conscience just go up to the party involved and bitch him out, because I, too have been guilty of the same sin.
At the same time, I know that this can't be good. If even half of what I heard was true, depression, drama, and angst are not far off.
Jesus, I wish I didn't have this sense of obligation to people sometimes. I wish I could turn off my empathy, I really do. I wish I could just die a little bit inside and just laugh at the troubles.
But I can't.
And I have never been more confused in my life.
I know I have no right to even THINK about...I mean, I can't in good conscience just go up to the party involved and bitch him out, because I, too have been guilty of the same sin.
At the same time, I know that this can't be good. If even half of what I heard was true, depression, drama, and angst are not far off.
Jesus, I wish I didn't have this sense of obligation to people sometimes. I wish I could turn off my empathy, I really do. I wish I could just die a little bit inside and just laugh at the troubles.
But I can't.
And I have never been more confused in my life.