>>34968>What an existence, to have an inconvenient level of compassion for pixels while we scoff at and walk by real people crying for help all around us. Truly a wiz feeling.
That's because pixels don't betray you and talk behind your back after you help them, there was a small ugly succubus in middle school, everyone said that she was fugly and wanted nothing to do with her, I talked to her sometimes because I felt bad for her without being real friends we used to talk sometimes about stuff.
She got a bit better in High School and I tried to talk with her then, she wanted nothing to do with me and even heard her talking shit about me behind my back with her new friends, calling me a weirdo and a virgin loser.
That's what I get for being nice to people, the vast majority don't deserve it and they wouldn't be nice to if you were the one in trouble.