There is little in life as destructive as a person who believes everything they do is good, right, moral, and helpful. Such people never notice that the debris littering their pasts (and there always is) has only one common factor: they themselves. Such people invariably cling to "I Didn't Mean To" with the same desperation as a preschooler with clippers standing over a bald cat, fully believing the magic words will absolve them of blame. Even years later they will remember the incident as if they had been helpful.
These people also tend only to do things for others if there is some immediate benefit for themselves, and when asked to do something purely for another they act as if they're being robbed. They also do not have real consciences.
Because the moralistic violence that chimps use to make their groups more harmonious by editing their populations is illegal among we higher primates, such people tend to live long, inconvenient lives blaming everyone else for their suffering. They are almost objects of pity, these people we can't euthanize, as they go through life firmly convinced that they have the bad luck to be always surrounded contrary people, and if everyone else would just grow up & obey all would be so much happier. Such pervasive delusions must consume massive amounts of energy, the effort to reinforce them in spite of all evidence being tremendous.
The best thing to do is to notice them quickly, know them for what they are, and avoid them. Much fun could be had introducing them to a 1%er Motorcycle Club and watching the fallout, but the MC would certainly take umbrage at the inconvenience foisted on them, and most of them have rules about repaying such things in uncomfortable ways.
Such people can lead one to fantasize about creative use of fine wood-working tools to create a state of paralysis from the nose down, then, under guise being helpful (see the poetry?) drop the person down short flights of stairs, or posing them as a decorative end table on the premise that one was sure they wanted to participate in the fun and one was merely playing to their strengths.
There are many thoughts that will race through the head when confronted regularly by such mental illness, low grade, and pathetic though it might be, whether at home, or at work. Just remember if you give in to your urges, understandable as those may be, and drive a railroad spike into any part of the object of your ire, then the law is on their side. Keep your temper, and careful notes, and the law might one day be on yours.
