I’ve received a text message at 02:41PM and I knew there was trouble in their relationship. At 06:00PM we both met at a Jamba Juice place located near our neighborhood and she bought me my chocolate cow drink of sixteen ounce.
We merrily sat under a shade provided by the orange-colored, stucco column of the building outdoors. The black colored, iron table was circular and Twit started the conversation about Brat being verbally naughty towards her.
The substance of the whole conversation was about both parties expecting the other to change for each other. After only four months, they have arguments that should be a normal part of any relationship. I thought they seemed to get along normally without any arguments.
I sat there and tried my best to listen to her side, which mostly supports her complaint about her boyfriend. This was a rare opportunity for me to try being the adviser to someone whom I am not all that close but find comfortable rapport with her genuine honesty as a person.
As an outsider to any familiarity to being in a stable relationship, I shared what I knew from others. This goes without saying that no one is perfect and true love should learn to accept the other party ‘as is,’ which should indicate whether the significant other needs fixing or not.
The implied risk, like a shopping for used cars, could happen in any new relationship where one party is not always to one’s best expectation. All I could provide her was to stop fixing each others faults and love the person for what exists and without making a big deal about every little detail that seem like daily annoyances. The ensuing arguments should never be taken beyond offense as well.
But after I came home and tried to reiterate to my bio-units what has transpired with my one and one-half hour of her mostly conversing, they concluded I do not give good advice. And they blamed me for advising Brat towards the wrong and many paths as a prime example why I should not give advice.
So with that said by two people who seem to know better than me, I in turn should not listen to advice which do not ring true to me and my reality. All I know is what I heard from this person and that there is a balance that the couple needed to work out together.
Once again, my English is not all that great and verbally communicating my thoughts to her was already difficult enough. And I do not know why I always seem to get stuck in the middle between the younger Brat and my older Maw and Paw.
I believe that my purpose is (as was tonight) to serve as an outlet for other people’s plight or struggles. If only others could hear my horror stories of being alone with my simple thoughts and boring life while being tortured by chatters that ran me through the ringers many times over, I would be able to give normal advice.
But since I am not normal, I cannot give good advice. I am weird and always have been. This explains why I keep to myself most of the time and try to avoid embarrassing myself in front of strangers.
At least I tried being there for someone (again!) when they are in the most need. This time there was not money involved. Today, I feel good knowing I received advice from a co-worker and tried to give one back to Twit. I tried, really.
My advice to everyone is: No advice is greater than one’s life experience in any matter.
P.S. OMG, people! Please don’t come to me for advice to help you find your answers either! Please don’t preach to me for unwanted advice, especially if I didn’t ask for intervention in the first place! I will tune you out and treat you as another ‘crusader’ for your version of another paradise created by your futile minds. 08-23-2006 11:54PM.
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