For some reason, I seem to give off the impression that I am some sort of agony aunt. In the past month, at least 10 of my friends have told me all their problems, and burdened me with all of their troubles. Now, I don’t wanna sound like a dick or a bad friend. If you have a problem, I will happily listen to you and try to give you some helpful advice. I am there for my friends, and will try and help them as best I can. I honestly don’t mind, and am happy to help you out.
But man alive!! I’m starting to feel like Jeremy Kyle! Problem after problem after problem. The thing is, I have terrible advice. God awful advice. Listening- I’m great at that. You can talk to me for hours about your hang ups and hassles, that’s no problem. But when you ask me for my opinion?