Have you ever made an attempt to help someone and they turned around to hand you a shit sandwich?
I get tired I just get tired. It really is tiresome to bear the weight with no acknowledgment that you do so and have to absorb threats in the process.
A word problem
Six hundred divided by four divided by forty five?
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600/4 == 150
150/45 == 3 and a third (one of those repeating decimal things).
What do I do when people hate me?
Well, that’s kinda the point. If I’m not being obnoxious enough my dial goes all the way up to 22 (for those times when you absolutely, positively have to be twice as offensive as 11).
Then I call them an idiot to their faces in language their sad state of mental development is unable to comprehend (I feel genuine sympathy, I really do).
Finally I walk away leaving them perplexed and bothered in ways they can’t express except in clenched sphincters and fists, and grunts and other guttural noises that speak louder than words their evolutionary level (usually somewhere between a dinosaur and a fruit fly).
This seems like more than a math problem. What can I do to help you?
If they hate me for that, I must be doing something right. I won’t withdraw my offer of aid. I no longer let it bother me, I just keep being me.