It's My Fault

As it turns out, everything is my fault.

Examples:

The cat (which is NOT my cat) won't come inside, at 10 o'clock; it's 13 degrees outside.
Who's outside looking for the cat, so he won't freeze to death?  (Not the person who owns him.)

I'm also (and have always been) the "solution" to everything which is wrong with my house:

If the heater doesn't turn on, it's my fault.  I should fix it.  I should find a WAY to fix it.  I should, ultimately, PAY, to fix it.

If my new laptop cover doesn't fit, and I ask one of my roommates to help me, I bought the wrong one.  Not, "oh, let's maybe take 30 fucking seconds to look at it and see if you can help me",  just "you did it wrong".

You don't have lunch at school?  My fault.  Even though there's like $50 in credit in the cafeteria, if I didn't bring a good lunch for you to sit on your ass in a lawn chair in my classroom ... I'm the one who didn't forwardly think.

                P.S. If I bring my own lunch and not one for her, I'm (passive-aggressively) the bad guy.

Christmas is going to be sparse this year?  Maybe because I'm the only person who pays rent.
And no one turns any lights off, ever.

And the back door is STILL open, just in case the cat decides to return, so I'm paying to heat the outside.

Maybe, just maybe, people could think about other people sometimes, rather than wallow in their own shit and then puke out apathy.  That would be super-awesome.