I have a friend who periodically reminds me that I have a rather Quixotic nature - even when things don't need me to mount El Trusty Steed and ride off to the rescue, I start putting the damned tack on him.
I think I've embarassed myself hitting windmills (at least metaphorical ones) for years now. Comes from a nature that often runs to the more violent when it comes to basic problem solving. If it hurts those I care about, I usually desire to thump it and make it go away. Yah, yah, don't often do that - if nothing else, the reputation I have for being a meanie has it's uses.
It's kind of sad when you think about it - I've spent most of my life working on essentially being Worf (forgive the ST reference - it's the best example I can think of, shy of the Don himself) - quick to rush in to defend others, only to find out that either the monster is quite thoroughly able to kick my tiny ass, or what's worse, they didn't need me to defend them and now I look goofy.
Eh. I suspect at my age, looking goofy isn't the crisis it once was, and that I'm not likely to change any time soon.
Where did I leave that lance?