this is just a coping mechanism

I am that friend who would do anything for you. You could owe me a couple grand and I would still buy you dinner. I do not need to hear a sob story, as long as you ask I will probably do it. Call me at two in the morning asking for a ride, I will pick you up. Ask me to give up every night of the one weekend I have off, no problem. I will help you move, babysit your kids, mow your lawn, shovel you driveway. I will do anything, just to here thank you. I loan you money and I never expect to see it again, never bring it up. I will lend you movies, CDs, video games, my car, my shoes, my house. You can sleep in my bed, use my shower, eat my food. I want you to want my help. You can have my time, my money, my stuff, my mind. I will give you my kidney to know that I helped make your life easier. I do not care how well we know each other, I am dying to help you. Ask me, I will say yes. I want to hear all your problems, they are more important than mine. Tell me your problems I will ignore mine and make yours disappear. If I ever upset you, I will apologize, if I even think I upset you I will feel desperate to make amends, it will haunt me until I do. If you were to punch me in the fist and break your knuckle I would offer to pay for your medical bills. If you ran me over I would apologize for scratching your paint with my face. I will risk my life, to here you say thank you. I am not exaggerating.