It’s worse than taking life advice from another common kind of source: a victim.
Victims are the worst, they become wholly engulfed by their personal tragedy and shape their world view and strategy for life around it, producing a twisted, pessimistic interpretation of how to live a decent life. And people listen to victims, because with time they get better and better at perfecting their backstory so that it hits all the right emotions and amplifies their victimhood. They are naturally viral. Being the victim thus becomes their security blanket, their shield from any criticism about anything else they do in life. It’s intoxicating. But also exhausting, because a victim will feel compelled to lash out at anyone who may call their motives into question, or simply doesn’t agree with their perspective. And some people are victims, and they don’t even know it. I see such victims, all the time.
Victims are the worst, they become wholly engulfed by their personal tragedy and shape their world view and strategy for life around it, producing a twisted, pessimistic interpretation of how to live a decent life. And people listen to victims, because with time they get better and better at perfecting their backstory so that it hits all the right emotions and amplifies their victimhood. They are naturally viral. Being the victim thus becomes their security blanket, their shield from any criticism about anything else they do in life. It’s intoxicating. But also exhausting, because a victim will feel compelled to lash out at anyone who may call their motives into question, or simply doesn’t agree with their perspective. And some people are victims, and they don’t even know it. I see such victims, all the time.