I prize the ability to see past others' defects, be they stupidity, assholism, serial murder, what-have-you, to the eating, drinking, killing machines we all are at base. Personally, I operate on a purely mechanical compassion. Input X enters the system and out the other end comes, every time, no matter what, validate, validate, validate. "Yes, you are insecure." "Yes, I do find you mildly irritating." "Yes, you do like to be tied up." Yes. Yes. Okay.