
Originally Posted by
custodis
People must assume that, since I'm a big fan of psychology, I'm qualified to fix their lives for them. Or that I'm willing to sit there and hold their hands and provide a nice soft shoulder to cry upon while they whine about the trivial problems in their lives. I didn't sign up for this. I'm tired of being your pillow to cry in, perfect for emotional release and nothing else. I'm an inanimate object, succeeding in only performing my programmed tasks. Like a toaster can only ever toast, I can only ever be used to cheer up the emotionally distraught teenagers of Richmond.
Yet still I go along and allow myself to fill this niche. I allow myself to be used in this capacity. It is, after all, how I was programmed. It's what I'm good for. I must fill my role as an emotionless, non-judging automaton for the good of all. Fucking Yay for me.