Mir@k wrote:Because she knows she can use you as her errand boytoy anytime she wants. Did saying "no" even cross your mind, if for a second?
Sorry if i'm not being particularly nice here but after all the shit that bitch did to you i don't quite feel bad about her foot.
Actually, it didn't cross my mind.
But I think even if my boss, whom I intensely dislike, asked me for help about a broken foot, I don't think I could say no.
Eh, it's weird. But I don't trust Sarah. I was merely curious.
Anyway, I asked her. She actually didn't know herself. In fact, I think I surprised her.
Though you do have a point, Mirak. Many people around my neighborhood seem to treat me like an errand boy.
But I don't simply care. It doesn't bother me, is the stuff I help out with isn't necessarily that bad. This old lady who lives beside me asked me to help her clean out the gutters, a week ago, and I helped her out because she's a frail widow, who doesn't get visits from family.
I dunno. Even if I was being taken advantage of, I don't think I would care, because I take pleasure in helping others. Not pleasure derived from me thinking myself morally superior or some shit. But the act of helping someone puts some weird sense of happiness into me. It's not a reward thing, more a byproduct.