“Desperation is an emotional state in which a person feels a situation to be hopeless and without satisfactory options. Decisions made in desperation may be more rash, impulsive, and inappropriate than those made in a rational frame of mind.”  Source

Desperation is indeed in use by the Bullshit Artist.  It’s among the reasons why the novice appears to be erratic, makes mistakes, and acts irrationally.  Desperation is rooted in an emotional state.  When a person is reacting from emotionality, they most assuredly are being desperate.

Desperation replaces pride and dignity, a sense of personal honor is out the window.  Those of us subjected to the desperate person find their behavior to be utterly absurd and we can’t help but feel embarrassed for them.  Boy, desperate people sure do act stupid.  The more stupid they act, the less sympathetic we become.  

The less sympathetic we are to the stupid, the more apathetic we are towards them.  Frankly, the sense of care is also out the window as well.  I don’t care how desperate a person is, it doesn’t really gain my favor.  And let’s face it, those desperate people who kick and scream around me, really want my attention.  So, I give them none.  The less I give them, the more desperate they become, and often self-destruct.  I’ll hear it in passing… “Did you hear what happened to so and so?”  Nope, sure haven’t.  I’m not paying attention to them.  I am rarely surprised when I hear about their self-destruction, and I have nothing left but pity, that’s if I care at all.  

It does make me wonder, what is it all for?  What does this desperate person gain from being so damn desperate?  Does it make them feel better?  In my observation, they appear to feel worse, which is why they are projecting their emotions all over the place, and all over anyone in their path.  They have an over fill of emotion.  Eventually, it will run its course leaving them overfilled and empty.  Then what?  More drama?  More desperation?  Seems to be a perpetual cycle, and most likely the reason that these broken dolls rarely evolve.  They stagnate and grow older.  Not much of an accomplishment in my opinion.  The desperate just seem to shift from issue to issue, person to person, and never really feel comfortable in their own skin.  They are more content to sulk in the shadows, or look for other desperate people to congregate with.  Misery does after all like company.

I can’t say that I embrace the desperate, but I will at least give them a look over to see what all the hub-bub is about.  If they want my attention, surely it must be for some reason.  Maybe they just need someone to listen to their gripes, and offer a bit of advice?  That, I have plenty of.  It doesn’t mean the desperate will take any of it.  They appear to enjoy their contentment in woe.  Woe is me, if I pay them any more attention than my patience allows.  I’ll have a gander, and decide that my role isn’t Captain Save a Ho, and move away.  I don’t want to get it on me.  Desperation reeks of fear and self-loathing of which I have neither.

Beware of Desperate people.  They want something from you too.  You should have nothing to offer them.  Nothing at all.  That’s my advice.

Sin Jones

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