Finally I am free. Today I was driving down the street and I saw an old man collapse over his walker...bot a heart attack or anything, just a slip and fall sort of thing. I saw it and was suddenly thrown into my usual superman-esque "here we go again, kyle's gotta save the day" mode when I saw two -- count 'em TWO -- people go to his aid before I even had a chance to pull over to help him out and save the day and yada yada yada. Thank goodness, I'm sick of the nice guy schtick again...it gets me nowhere...but I'd feel so guilty if there wasn't anyone else out there to fill the vacuum...now I don't have to care and can not care in peace.