Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Safewords? Shut the fuck up.

I told you I'm a master at dishing out advice. I give it away like cheap sweets. Whether you take it or not isn't up to me. I can help you, I can give you the material you need or want; but I can't guarantee it's actually what you want. Nor can I promise a positive out come.

However, I'm not feeling good about my advice this time.

Joanna has been struggling to say the least. She's head over heels for this guy who, apparently, likes her too. He's a strange guy, depressed, scared etc. She asked for my help, I gave it. However, it might have went slightly wrong. She asked me to write out a text that she could send to him after their potential lunch fell through (he's not overly reliable either might I just mention.) So, I did. I wrote it, sent it to her. She read it, sent it on and then began to panic and ask herself  'why?'

I'm afraid for her but also for myself. We've become close (as close as I would call a friend. I mean she's not my best friend or really a wonderful BFF but she is a good friend. I don't really do friend's.) and really I would prefer it if she didn't hate me and blame this on me. But she can and I know that.

Tell me something if noting else -if things cock up, is it my fault? 

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