>Why do people ask me for help?
I’m happy to help. I want to help those that have ideas, or strengths less than mine, so that they can benefit in some way, just like I would hope somebody would do unto me, when the time comes for me to ask for aid.
But when somebody asks for help, and you give it, and it all gets thrown into the wind, why bother me in the first place?
I want to help you, believe me. It makes me happy to help you. But when I do all this effort, and you just shaft me, by disregarding it in the first place and going about your own ways, why why why did you ask me at all?
I feel like everything I’ve done for you is going down in the toilet.