“THE WRONG KIND OF KINDNESS

Y with her enormously compassionate intelligence, devoting herself to not being human, in the sense that being human also means having faults and occasional temper tantrums. She devotes herself to understanding others by forgiving them. Her heart has no place for me because it requires me to be ad-mirable. Everyone turns to her whenever they're in difficulty and she, "consoler-in-chief, understands, understands, under-stands. My great pride: I need to be met out in the street.” ~Clarice Lispector