Smart enough to deal?

I'm not sure I could count the times I've sat at my crappy old laptop and tried to write a new blog but couldn't find the words to convey how I'm feeling, or what's going on in my life.  I'm not usually like this.  Until I started working at Kodak two and a half years ago, I always seemed to know what to say, even if the content wasn't that great.  After about 6 months at the job, I think I let my brain shut off, and I lost those precious words I've depended on for so long slip away.  I still have a hard time remembering what words to use sometimes.  It's like I'm walking around in some kind of fog all the time.  I don't know how, but I seem to have lost my vocabulary.  This makes blog writing... no, any writing... and some conversation incredibly difficult for me at this moment in time.

Disingenuousness

In my recent search for myself and my place in this thing called humanity, I have been taking stock of my behavior and the behavior of those around me.  This has led me to a few questions I need to ask myself about who and what I want to become.  I've been wondering about how to get people to like me better, how to be a more tolerable person.  Maybe I'm also trying to become more tolerant of other people's faults.  


On to the questions I need to think about...
Should I still support someone I love when I think they are making an a massive mistake, just so they won't get mad at me?  Is the immediate happiness of my loved ones more important than their long-term happiness?  Do I have the right to try to help people see what they're doing wrong when they can't see it?  Should I just fawn over people and pretend to be happy for them when it makes me sad and uncomfortable, just so they keep me in good favor?  Can I really just let people unknowingly dig their own graves and say nothing?  Or is it not even my place to try and help people? 
 I have a friend who lets me know when I'm being an idiot.  Do I like it? No.  Do I agree with everything she says about me? Absolutely not.  But... Do I appreciate what she does for me?  Definitely.  I do listen, and it helps me to stop and take a look at myself from a different perspective.  Eventually, I figure out what I'm doing wrong and I fix my life to the best of my abilities.  
Why is it, then, that other people resent advice?  I was under the impression that it was human nature to try to make ourselves better, but I was told recently "No, Stacey, that's just you."  I'd like to believe it's not true that most people are content to be mediocre and I'm one of just a few who want to do great things in life.  Are we really so arrogant as to believe that we are perfect as we are, and no more effort is necessary?  

How do I get people to like me as I am, simultaneously reserved and obnoxious, loving yet intolerant of faults?  Why is it that I should change myself to become more likable by others, but I should be content with others staying as they are?



Perhaps if I find the answers to my questions, I will have yet another piece of the puzzle that is Stacey...