As one of the shallow people OP is referring to....it doesn't affect me, so it's hard to care. Not only does it not affect me, but there isn't even anything I can do aboit it anyway. Yes, it's unfortunate, but it often registers as little more than a sad story, while my own inner psychological mess can drive me to tears easily; my depression has always been enormously egocentric, centering around my own worth, place, and prospects. I'm numb to one topic and hypersensitive to the other.

If that's not bad enough, I do have an especially empathetic side that just...comes out every now and then. Stories of people's suffering can drive me almost to tears in this mode, sad anything, however petty, hits me hard. Guilt doesn't help either. I have no idea why nor how this happens, it simply does.

I know, on some level, that I'm a bad person for being like this, that I have no right to feel this way, to feel bad at all with the life I've led, but it persists anyway.