This might surprise you, but others come to me seeking advice on life issues, and I am known to be “brilliant” in helping people make decisions. That is odd, isn’t it? It makes me wonder about the personal lives of those who write advice columns. Or even more so, therapists.
It is so much easier to fix the problems of others. The fixer is dispassionate, and approaches the issues with common sense, like a Mr. Spock. He is not fighting with himself.
Probably my greatest skill as advice-giver is that I don’t belittle your indecisiveness. I might laugh at you, but it is one of recognition, like the klutz guffawing at the clumsy person tripping over his own shoelaces. I am fully aware that you will listen to whatever I say with confidence, nod you head, then immediately do something different. It is the absurdity of this fucked up cat and mouse game that makes me laugh. It is so human. You will eventually get it. Or die trying.
If you ever need advice, come to me. I’m a master advice-giver. Which should tell you a lot about my own personal life.