Florian Weps:
some weird kind of compassion.
Yes, this is something I've been considering a lot lately as well. And I think you don't give yourself enough credit, Florian! I feel like what you're describing is an aspect of
true compassion: seeing clearly that we're all playing these little games all the time, and what fragile little creatures we all really are. Well, most of us, anyway. There's a real tenderness in that kind of compassion, isn't there. It's easier to see the frustrated child inside an (outwardly) big, angry man. Or to see a soul aching for connection inside a woman attempting a drunken seduction at the bar.
Do you feel that this kind of understanding is a good thing, or does it complicate your life? How does it affect your interactions with people?