Is it because I'm awesome and my twisted grey matter holds all the answers to absolutely everything?
Am I silly enough to give decent advice, yet rarely take my own because that would make too much sense?
|Dontcha wanna take my advice?|
When I had my advice column, I really enjoyed writing it. It was fun, and people seemed to dig it. I'd love to start up another one - any takers, Big Publication Folks? Huh?
As it happens, because of all the fun (read: shitty) things that have gone on in the past year, lots of advice has suddenly come my way. Tables turned.
It's amazing what some people will tell you.
Some of it was well-intentioned, some was complete selfish bullshit that serviced others - not me.
Some of it I took. Some I should've, but didn't. Everything is a roll of the dice, and sometimes I like to fight common sense. We all do. Don't lie, you do it too. I saw you.
|The beer heart tells your future. You will find love. In a pint glass.|
So, in an ode to advice, whether sought or not, here are a few words that have come to me or caught my eye as of late. You should heed it all, because I command you to:
"Keep your true friends, and ditch the dipshits that leech the life outta you." - The Wise Masuka