but that (hating the screaming) is part of the problem. I hate it too. I avoid crowds of gang-ropers who have no idea the effect they're having on everyone else, like the plague. I don't want to go anywhere near know-it-all new leaders of parties of 5. I -really- don't want to get between Boyfriend and Girlfriend (Who Is About To Die).

I'd like to think I'd intervene, but between the ugly scenarios I don't want to be any part of, and the reactions I get when I *do* try to say something ... the very things that need approached, are exactly why you don't want to approach them.

That's why I need a nickel for every time I've swung from saying something, to abiding by the Ten Second Rule.

But still.