Call me the "solvent"

I thought working 110 hours a week is already something significant. But I am surprised that I am now working all the time except from my 5 hours of sleep.

OK, it's not like working non-stop all the time, I do eat and play around (like the blog I am writing now).

And for the rest of the time, I work like a solvent. I keep providing solution to anyone approaches me, my boss at work or my parents at home. Fixing a bug or cooking a dish for dinner.

Is that what the human being were born to be?

Don't you find something is wrong? Is solving out problem the no. 1 objective that sustain our existence? We keep looking for our solvent but turns out we can only be the other's solvent.

BTW, I guess I am close to the saturation point.