I'm all about the empathy conundrum....Somedays I am thrilled with myself because I actually act like I care....other days I couldn't give a f*** but it's much harder to hide then and I resent that I have to; which of course doesn't improve my mood.

Example: today a soon to be former co-worker comes in to bring some paperwork and she feels the need to sit in the chair opposite my desk because she knows I'm being layed off in a couple of days and she has always thought I was just a lovely girl....I smiled...tightly, when I really wanted to say, "exactly what do you think you'll accomplish sitting there looking all moony at me? I have things I have to do, I'll be fine if you 'll just get away from me. You stupid condescending cow."

Not the way to win friends nor cultivate meaningful enemy's. I finally just turned away from her and began working on the computer until she took the hint and got up. Somedays it's doesn't pay to be so 'wonderful' that people like you and think you're 'wonderful'...when you know it's all a sham you can turn off or on like a freakin switch.

Course the BPD has to make an appearance so I swing into depression a minute later.....jesus, with that kind of help I don't need sympathy.