I've always had a poor tolerance for futility. Faced with a task I sense is futile, I'm like a cat with a sock on its back. I just collapse under the weight of absurdity. This has rarely made me popular. The war of attrition waged by this on friendships forged under the sunny skies of my "good-nature" have cost me dearly. No-one wants to be told there are binds, boundaries, and seemingly hopeless pitfalls to be dealt with to avoid these traps of futility.