I'm not sure what aspect of my personality causes this, but people seem compelled to: help me, give me things, give me money, give a damn what I feel and think. Believe me, I don't mind this, I can always use the help. But it is funny that I seem to hit upon something in people's personality that makes them want to take care of me. Perhaps they see me as a babe in the woods. Perhaps they see me as a kindred soul looking for something, any sort of connection. Who knows. Maybe I'm not as horrible person as I sometimes joke I am.