having a realisation that a lot of my kindness is fundamentally rooted in my antisocial personality. i help people out because if i help them the situation gets resolved more quickly and i can get away from them sooner. my compassion is hostile; i'm not trying to make people feel like they can depend or rely on me, but get them to a point where they can support themselves and find others to support them without me. i compliment people so they'll feel fulfilled by our interaction and not require further input from me. i want people to feel like i care about them, and see them as human beings, and that they can make mistakes around me without fear of judgement or exile, but never like i'm someone to invite inside to stay any longer than necessary. i enjoy making people feel better about themselves and inspiring them to treat others well, but i don't want them to attach my identity to that kindness. i want them to take what they need and then let me go. and i don't think this makes me "bad" or "dangerous" but i do think it makes me a risk to people's comfort and happiness that isn't fair to ask them to take.















