9 Signs You've Forgotten Yourself

Because you offered to pick up your sister's dry-cleaning on the way to dropping off your best friend at the airport, which took you across town and over the railroad tracks, you're now sitting between exits 17 and 18 on a stretch of highway, far, far, far from your own life. New rule: one favor per day. Which is enough for you to help the people you love (and to make you feel good), but not so much that you spend your days reading the bumper stickers of strangers behind whose cars you should have never been.