more advice

Why does anyone feel the need to advise me, anyway? Is it because I’m polite? Because they know I’m never going to tell them to get lost, just grit my jaw and look bored and hope that the body language conveys my point.

“Why do you let people burden you with their baggage?” Isolde asked me with a snort. I frowned. “Don’t oink at me – its not something I want happening to me. I’m actually like, kind of torn up about it. Really.” I looked at her feet, propped up on my bench. She looks like a vagabond but the soles of her feet are always clean. “Do you get unsolicited advice?”

“Constantly.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“What do you do about it?”

She sat up and looked at me, annoyed. “I tell them to go fuck themselves.”

“Really?”

“No, not really.” She sighed. “I try to cut them off before they get to the advice part, and if that doesn’t work I try to politely like, hand it off, you know? Like ‘oh that’s nice look at those strawberries’. And if it stilllll doesn’t work I say ‘Well we all have our lives to live, don’t we? And nobody can learn from anyone’s mistakes but her own.’ ”

It actually sounded good to me. “Think I could use that at work?”

“Sure . . . when you want to get super-fired.” She mimed a giant explosion.

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5 thoughts on “more advice

  1. Lmao,I can relate,but I too am simply polite…and sometimes it bites me…sometimes I must bite back…but, politely! Thanks for the smile!

  2. This is what I love: You’re telling a sad story and the person you’re telling to says, “That’s nothing. You should hear what happened to me. That will make you feel better.”

    Huh? My brain always malfunctions a little at that point.

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