In life, we all make mistakes. Nobody is perfect, and we all fall from grace from time to time. For this reason, I tend not to judge too harshly, for we are all human.
That being said, there are times when I may not be judging you, but my sympathy level for you drops and hovers right around zero. Recently, a woman was "mauled" by cheetahs at a South African reserve. I say "mauled" because she is alive and well, and did not suffer any life-threatening injuries. Really, they just chewed on her a bit.
Initially, my sympathy level was at 10, because I thought it was some sort of freak accident. However, upon getting more details about the story, my sympathy level dropped to about a 2. Apparently, the people told her these were "tame" cheetahs, and that it would be perfectly fine to pet them, kneel down by them, and rub their heads. So she did. And look what happened.
Bitch, are you out of your mind? Those people could have told me they were deaf, dumb, and blind cheetahs and I still wouldn't have gotten my ass in there with them. What part of that picture looks safe to you? And since we're on the subject of pictures, her husband stood there and took pictures of the whole incident instead of jumping in there and saving his wife! What, did he think it was cute? Was he happy his wife was about to be offed by some cheetahs? Whatever the reason, my sympathy level is now at 0.
So you see folks, when you make remarkably dumb decisions, or when you keep making the same dumb decisions, over and over again, it makes it very hard for people to feel sorry for you. Just sayin.