I think I owe myself something. When I look back on the last three weeks, and beyond that, the last six months, I can't recall a task I've undertaken that was not for someone else's benefit. Poz's trilogy of tragedies and my involvement with them, Wife-Um's needs due to being in this foreign country, fixing computers for friends, acting as travel agent for others I'm not going to go on with this list. Let's just take it as read that Slutboy has been neglecting his own highly-flawed life for far too long. I'm not playing martyr.
Every action stems from selfish motives.
I derive great pleasure from helping those I care about. Also, helping others allows me to procrastinate more. There are some pressing things that need doing. I'm hesitant to do myself because they're precisely the kinds of things I despise doing. Ah, but that would be relying on other people for my own necessities, and in my extensive experience, we cannot rely on anybody to do anything, ever.