Mood:  irritated

Listen, I know that I am quick to lend a sympathetic ear and to help work through whatever problems and worries you lay before me. I do this without reservation and without expectation of immediate recompensation. I do somewhat enjoy the role of guidance counselor as I believe that I am able to help people and guide them successfully through whatever they are experiencing.

I take some pleasure in seeing people succeed having taken my advice to heart. Call it selfish, but the human being can not operate without taking something in for itself. 

However, it is becoming more and more clear to me that to most, I am nothing but a free counseling service. I'm something to be used and discarded like a dirty tissue. Once these selfish harpies have had their fill of emotional assistance, empathy, and time, they toss me to the curb without so much as a thank you. All I get from this is some lame, half-assed excuse.

Thank you all for using me and making my heart all the more cold and bitter. Every insult, I close off just a bit more. Soon enough, I'll not have to worry about these kinds of things and I'll be able to live a relatively simple and carefree life. Sincere thanks for this assistance, I couldn't have closed myself off completly without repeated examples of why people simply aren't worth my time.

From this day forward, a new policy is being leveraged:
Tits, or GTFO.

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Disclaimer: I know this makes me sound like a horrid person, but I'm quite justified in this. If I'm just to be used, then I should get SOMETHING out of the deal. No more hand-outs.

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Edit: Based upon some preliminary feedback, I might also accept being paid for services rendered. I might start an editorial column called "Dear Ph05", where everyone can have at me and I'll get paid, provided a paper picks me up.