May 2nd, 2008
The Advice Post
There is no shortage of advice to be had. Have you ever found yourself with advice that looked like this?
Transcriptorial: You have given me so much advice.
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I don’t understand why you don’t have thousands of fans.
Maybe you do but none of them are commited enough to comment daily.
But I guess I’m a hypocrite because this is my first time commenting.
I’ll make it a routine.
I’d agree with lolli… I had a friend of mine who thought nobody would bother reading her poems she posted online.
But then again, not many people who loves what the content is will leave a comment.. ^^
Nice stuffs u have. I keep checking your site every so often.. =)
The sign could be accurate for many different labelled destinations… Or some twit could have turned it 110 degrees and its advice could be corrupt.
Or it could be inaccurate to begin with, all arrows labelled the same.
Which do you believe?
I think some people hear only the advice they want to hear. Others only what they expect. Others only what they fear. On the surface of the Earth, all arrows point back to themselves. Many people give advice without any idea whether their arrow points the right way. Maybe it doesn’t matter; you find out when you get there where you are. I’m not sure what I think about advice. It would be an interesting, if disoriented, world where the signposts sent us all 110 degrees off our expectations. Or maybe that is exactly our world.
Sometimes, as I advise, explain, discuss, whatever, I get off track. When I do, I feel this disgusting feeling, a sort of mixture of guilt and shame, as if waiting for the listeners to call me out because I am too afraid to.
Sort of like politicians, right?
What I like about having too much advice is that it spins me around fast enough that I have to stop myself and listen to my own advice.
So much advice from people who think they have all the answers…until you look at their lives, and you realise–they’ve just stopped asking questions. Life is a journey, not walking in place.
many times, and in the end I still wound up listening to my own heart