There’s your answer
Me: I dunno, man.
Him: Well, what would you do here?
Me: (sighing) That’s the thing, I guess. She’s controlling you right now. If nuthin else, I wouldn’t allow that. I can’t allow myself to be controlled by another person unless I wanted to be controlled. And I don’t think you wanna be controlled, do you?
There’s this small coffee shop a few blocks south of me that I used to go to when I did my dry cleaning as my dry cleaner was just next door.
The coffeeshop was a tiny joint but my dry cleaners lost their lease (boo!) but that meant that the cafe could take over that space and expand (yay!).
Lately, I’ve been meeting people there for coffee and meetings since it’s so much nicer now.
Now, the reason I’ve been going there – besides occasional visits with neighbors and my buddy the Pastor – is because, for some reason, people keep asking me for advice.
Personally, I only like to give advice when I’m 100% sure about something.
Like, I tell people to try to drink as much green tea as possible because of all of its document health benefits.
Other things, though, I’m less certain of, ergo, I’m hesitant to offer any advice.
Like, there are no less than three people I know of that are going through divorces.
As a lawyer, I know little to nuthin about the topic, but I started doing some research to try and help them here and there.
I think it’s more dangerous to give advice when you have no idea what you’re talking about than to say, “Sorry, man, I don’t know anything about the topic, I wish I could help.”
But they’re in a pickle so I try to help however I can.
My old buddy Johnny – who got a divorce himself decades ago and took none of my advice – used to drive me crazy by always offering advice on topics he had zero background in.
He was probably my third wealthiest friend, so I think that wild success makes people think that they’re qualified to give advice in all fields rather than the one that they actually are qualified in.
That’s one of a million reasons I decided to stop being friends with him.
Getting back to my friends, some of them insist that I give them some opinion, so I do when pressed.
But I wonder if I’m truly helping or harming sometimes.
Then again, free advice is probably worth what you’re paying for it.
Him: Fuck no.
Me: (shrugging) Well, then there’s your answer then.
Location: this here coffeeshop
Mood: puzzled
Music: There’s a stain on my notebook where your coffee cup was (Spotify)
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