Nothing irks me more than having a conversation with a manipulative, insecure, and addictive person in the midst of their addiction. I find it immensely difficult to truly care and feel for such a person. This truly proves true the Talmudic adage "kol haposel, bimumei posel". What this tells me is that I can find no feelings of empathy for my former self. I view the old me as a sad, distorted, and incredibly lazy human being. I am conflicted if these feelings are healthy or not, but they are my honest feelings.