What's wrong with me??

Leaving the kids' school today I wondered "What's wrong with me? Why can't I be one of those parents running over pylons and signs, and turning the wrong way out of the parking lot, nearly causing an accident, to save myself a trip around the block?"

Leaving the crowded grocery store in the rain tonight, I wondered, "What's wrong with me? Why am I putting my cart away when 16 other people couldn't be bothered to move their empty cart 15 feet to the nearest cart corral?"

Why can't I be normal and pull up just far enough in traffic to block someone trying to leave a driveway or parking lot? Why am I driven to make things a little smoother, make people a little happier, do the little things that help make the world go round, when most of the people around me just couldn't care any less?

I want to be like everyone else... or do I?