See the house that is not on fire? That's on the corner of our street.
It was scary, and then it wasn't. I've only ever seen a fire like that in movies or on the news. But the firemen were there, and so everything was okay, and even if it wasn't, there wasn't anything I could do about it.
I still see myself as a little kid, some times. I don't think further than "call in the grownups." Once someone with authority steps in, I'm out. When a housemate asked, "Is there something we should do?" I shrugged and said, "What can we do?" Wouldn't I just be in the way?
I don't really believe that I have any power in the world. I always expect someone else to take responsibility. And the problem is, I do have power, and I can do things. And this thing I do, this waiting for someone else to pat me on the head and say, "thanks for bring this to my attention, I'll take it from here," it's the lazy way out.