I Don't Get Mad

I rarely ever get mad. Honestly, ask people. I just don't get mad. I get disappointed.
I'm referring to this friend I have, well several friends I have that don't make progress. They change for the better, give me hope, then a few months later they go right back to who they used to be and sometimes they get worse. And I want to get mad, I want to yell at them and forget that I ever cared about them. But I can't I never can.

Right now I'm feeling like that. I want yell at them, chew them out. I want to drill in their head how much better they could be. But its not because I'm mad at them. I'm disappointed. I'm so aggravated that they could do better, be better, are better.

Am I the only one like this? I get hurt when greatness is stifled. Ugh...
Oh! And when they say no one cares, when they say they have no reason to change.
That's when it starts to kill me. But still I'm not angry.

Do you all ever feel like that? That you care about someone so much that not even their flaws can anger you. Cause everyone else asks me how I deal with it. How I can stay friends with people who once a week at least dissapoint me with their inability to see their greatness.

Well, because we have memories. We have a story, we have jokes, we have trust, we have friendship. They need me. And I need them. And I guess now I sound like a push over. But I'm not, because I'm honest with them, but I'm patient with them. And I'll support them till the day they realize how amazing they are...