Somehow I get myself in a pickle, over and over and over. You'd think I'd have figured out by now that I'm not responsible for saving anyone and that I'm powerless to change anything but me. Nevertheless, I find myself running as fast as I can to pick up the pieces for those around me, so their life is nicer and smoother. In the process I give up my time, money, and sanity. THEN, I get resentful.