Call me crazy!

For anyone that reads this blog post, I have one question. Am I crazy for what I'm about to describe?

I have a great job. I dispatch for my Village's Police Department. I sit in a cozy chair, answer the department phones, the 911 phone and the radio. I get the information and relay it to the officers that I'm working with. I do my portion of the incident reports, file a little paperwork, everyone knows the drill. I get paid pretty decent for it too.

What sometimes makes me wonder if I'm crazy is this. When I'm doing what I get paid to do, not really in harms way, not being physically strained and my pager goes off, I want to go on the call. Obviously I can't go , because then phones and radios wouldn't get answered and my portion of the reports and paperwork wouldn't get done. So, I sit in my chair, with my pager and the radio turned up so I can listen to what's going on, all while still doing my job.

Now, to summarize:

I would rather volunteer whatever amount of time is required, to put myself in a physically and mentally demanding/potentially dangerous situation (depending on the type of call), than be at the desk, getting paid to do a job that I love doing and that doesn't have the number of demands and amount of danger.

I ask again, does this make me crazy?

I know that a large majority of members are in the same type of shoes as me on this one. This is just a thought that crosses my mind from time to time. Though it doesn't describe why, I guess this post could lend a common feeling to some of the forums asking why firefighters love what firefighters do.

Thanks for your time.
Take care and stay safe always,
-Eric

P.S.,
I just want to clarify because I didn't think to earlier. I am simply posting this as more of a rhetorical question. My mother thinks I'm crazy for feeling like that, but mothers will be mothers and I expect that sort of response from her. I'm really just wondering how many have the same sort of situation and thought process as I do.