Dee said:
[...]I have, without succes, tried to help a couple of girls. [...] Did I really know that the offers wouldn't be taken up and actually cost me anything?
I have helped other people, some very significantly, and have enjoyed it... I've spent not insignificant sums doing it. Quaere... does this make someone in my position any better then a guy who enjoys poking birds' eyes with hot needles and enjoys it? The first may serve some greater good.... but, arguably, its done for the same reason viz, personal enjoyment and satisfaction... maybe we should only admire those who hate helping but do it anyway... if such there exists...
Strange world, n'est-ce pas?
I want to return to Dee's post again because it offers a real-world example of somebody making a judgement on what step to take in the face of conflicting emotions. A woman needs help. Dee happens to be in a client-provider relationship with the woman. He feels a desire to assist her, but wonders if it might be because he wants affection in return.
Each day we are faced with situations where conflicting emotions arise and we have to do a split second juggling act in which we weigh a multitude of emotional and practical factors before coming to a conclusion on what action to take. Often, during my late night treks home after Cleo's, I am met by young people who ask me for money. In deciding what to do, I weigh the urgency of their case, their sincerity, their appearance, but also past instances in which people helped me. More than once I've said to them, "Listen, when I was your age people helped me, so now I'm going to help you. But I want you to promise that you'll do the same when you're older and you have money." Who knows, maybe this insignificant gesture will reverberate outward, like one of those novels that you read and then leave on a park bench for somebody else to pick up and pass on. Nevertheless, I am aware that often my donation of two, five or even twenty dollars is made partly because, having just spent $150 for a massage plus eight dances at a strip club, I cannot refuse a fellow human-being the amount of a hot meal without feeling guilty. But all in all, I weigh all the factors and I do what I feel will result in the greatest good.
I put forth that it is precisely this feeling of doubt and the constant process of introspection, both so integral to the human condition, that are absent in the mindset of the "savior". If we imagine the Savior in court in the event that his actions lead to violence or a restraining order, what would he say? Similar to a stalker of a female celebrity, he would insist with one-hundred percent conviction, "She needs me. She's just doesn't understand." Or even "She loves me. Only I can save her. Nobody else." His fragile ego cannot brook any doubt or introspection. He is not emotionally strong enough to deal with the subtleties of human interaction.
Dee said:
[...]I have asked myself... am I just a fat old man playing around in other peoples' lives?
No, Dee, you are a generous guy whose funeral, when it does come, will be attended by more heart-broken mistresses and prostitutes than Francois Mitterand's. Assuming you don't outlast me, can I attend? I have the feeling it will be a great opportunity to pick up grief-stricken women in need of "consoling".