Among certain of my friends, I am notorious for giving bad advice.
I find it amusing.
Among other friends, I am well known for my excellent advice.
I find that insightful.
Among other friends, I am known for my sometimes great advice, sometimes terrible advice, and sometimes one type of advice camouflaged as another.
Let’s see if you can figure out what this is:
I kept telling my mate Frank to break up with his girlfriend because it seemed to me as if he wasn’t all that happy in the relationship and that the relationship wasn’t right for him.
He had his own reasons for staying in the relationship (he was afraid she wouldn’t survive without him), so he never did anything.
Then I ran into an old crush of his who asked if I could meet up with her for coffee (we were old friends and hadn’t seen each other in a bit).
Instantly, I saw an opportunity and I brought him along.
We chatted for a few hours and caught up with what had happened over the years. After about two hours, Frank and I left to go play Halo. In the car I told him that she still liked him. He disagreed. I told him that it would be unfair to her to not tell her. That, even for his own peace of mind, he had to tell her.
Somehow I convinced him. I didn’t know I had until he dropped me off and went back to talk to her.
Today he broke up with his fiancée.
Today I talked to his crush. Now I feel I’ve put myself too far into their business. And now I know more than either of them.
Unfortunately, my own ethical code forbids me from saying anything that was said about them to either of them.
Let’s just say this is going to end in tears.
One day I’ll figure out why I do the things I do. Until then, I’ll enjoy the ride. Being me is so much fun, I consciously pity those who aren’t.