Heroism

I am now a bona fide hero. I saved a man's life.

Although only if you believe checking someone's alive and then putting a blanket over them until an ambulance arrives actually constitutes saving someone's life. Which I do. I also phoned for the Ambulance.

Now, although my part was small in helping this old man at least I played my part. Most people ignored the poor guy or worse gawped and walked off. It's not often I feel superior in terms of good deeds but today I really did.

Which unfortunately caused problems for me. As I walked up to the station later that morning I got incredibly frustrated with the other commuters getting in my way. Did they not understand I was a hero? A goddamn lifesaver? Get out of my fucking way.

This is why I don't do charity work. It would inflate my ego to such a degree that I'd probably start punching people for not being as awesomely humanitarian as me. And have you ever heard a more selfish reason for not helping people?

This is terrible. I did one good act and it's got me reflecting on how self-centred I am. That can't be right can it? I should probably go back to remembering how much of hero I am.

I deserve a fucking medal.

I have no idea how the bloke is by the way. He was up and walking when I left him so my role as a saviour was pretty assured.