Addicted to Intervention (How Ironic)

So lack of sleep might be my issue here, but having a remote that keeps going haywire might be another. As I laid in bed I watched helplessly A&E Intervention while the little voice in my head mocked not just me but what these people were saying. I like to think because of the situations that that I have been in trying to get help for my loved ones that empathy would be a stronger suit as I watched (believe me it is one of my stronger qualities, as is being humble), but the arrogance and ignorance of these people was like rubbernecking as you pass a scene of a crash. People claiming to function as they stumble as family members monitor their intake of alcohol -what?! Was I seeing this correctly? Yes, I was. And marriages suddenly crumbling because of too much porn - umm any amount would equal too much, especially if you are starring in it, you think. Oh, I leave the best for last - a girl who slept around for money with a married man and suck on inhalants the whole time, it took others to finally tell them to call this man's family, to call the police, to have her institutionalized, the signs of brain damage written across her face and with statements as she asked her family members to go out to the car to get her drugs (the dusters) while she convulsed on the couch. Good thinking. Now what is this brilliant girl doing, oh, the classic borderline personality thing - with less then a year under her belt she is "helping others at a clinic". I love knowing that those that get into a field, especially mental health field are really just stepping over a line that they so desperately need in their own life to distinguish the "crazies" from themselves - yet so often I find it might be the other way around.