You have to wonder.
I don't really expect all that much from any charity I support. I'm not looking for rides to the airport or artisanal cheese plates. As our household's income grew over the decades, Simone and I made donations to more and more good causes. Hey, we didn't have kids (which fully explains that second home in France). We also had a reassuring retirement fund socked away (so we wouldn't end up homeless, as a friend or two had finished up). And so — yeah, sure; why not — we could afford occasional gifts to charities that made us feel better because they were fighting the very things we wanted to fight.
So now we give to 30 or so charities a year.
I quickly saw that most nonprofits were lousy at prolonging my pleasure, though.
"Here's all I want from you," I finally wrote in a book. "Tell me I'm a reasonably good person. Don't go crazy. But just tell me that my help matters." Even so: most of "our" charities remain hesitant, self-absorbed, indifferent, narcissistic, negligent, uncouth, dumb, rude, demanding, stiff, formal, and/or cold.
Poor lovers get replaced quickly. Just saying.
Examine your own dating past if this surprises you.