Super Hero Syndrome

Well it’s been brought to my attention that I suffer from Super Hero Syndrome. My boyfriend gave me the diagnosis. "The world was full of injustice before you were born, it will be full of injustice long after you’re dead."
Well, dammit! I know that, but it isn’t right or fair for the dozens of people whom I personally know to face crisis alone. I know that there is nothing that I can actually DO, but I can be there for them, can’t I? I can become invested in their lives, try and comfort their pain, lie awake nights trying to figure out their problems for them? Right? Ok, well maybe that’s where I go wrong. But sometimes it works. Sometimes I’m given the divine inspiration that makes it all work out fine. You didn’t see my boyfriend complaining when I figured out his problem and fixed it. Nope. He had no complaints. Then why is it wrong when I obsess (and yes, I realize it is an obsession) about someone else’s problem? How is that inappropriate?
The way I figure it, if more people became invested in the lives of their friends or family, at least in the sense of helping them out with the occasional crisis, we would be a lot better off. There would be people that actually felt they mattered. People with self worth are more productive than people without. (Does that sound like justification – I think it is…) eww, now Mr. Rogers is in my head!
Now I’ll qualify my last statement. Routine crisis people, you got to cut them loose – Their crisis’s either become fantastic and way out to lunch because their new crisis is just that important, or they keep rehashing the same crisis, which is terribly mundane. You can only solve the same problem so many times… Ya know?
But I suppose it boils down to this.
I want to be a superhero. I want the people in my life to know I care… My ‘Give a damn’ isn’t busted. It works just fine.. as a matter of fact it may even be too finely tuned. I want to offer my help. I want to care. I want to spread a little sunshine to those under a rainy cloud. I want to be considered a good person.
(Blink
Blink Blink)
How’d that get in there…
Ooh, selfishness at the heart of it all. That’s something I’ll have to think about. Is it a selfish thing to want to rescue people in your life? Is it that self important, arrogant "What on earth would they do without me?" thought of my last post? Is this why I want to help people…

Arrg.. This makes my head hurt…

Do I want to help to be helpful?
Or
Do I want to help to be thought of as helpful?