Just don't even bother to read this one. It is 100% me bitching in vague terms. After all, it's my blog and if I want to scream incoherently, guess what I'm going to do?
I asked a friend for advice the other day. About what, you ask? It doesn't matter. It was something deeply personal that I've been struggling very hard with. Basically, in my broad, general, vague explanation, I've been involved in something that is requiring a lot of time and effort. It's something I want to be involved in, but I sometimes worry that it may not be worth it. So, I asked my friend, let's call her Emma, for advice on how to continue my involvement in this. Emma's advice? Bail.
So, let's talk about giving somebody advice to "Bail" on something they're not wanting to bail on.
The answer to "This is important to me, how do I make it work?" is not "bail." What is the answer? Fuck if I know. It definitely depends on what the issue is. But "How do I stay involved in something really important to me?" is not to be answered with "Don't."
The other reason "Bail" isn't a cool answer in this case, is Emma lives quite a ways away from me. It's a solid twelve hours drive time, if you cut through Canada. 14 if you don't. "Bail" is an easy answer if you don't have to stick around to see the fall out. When you contact me every three weeks or so because you're bored at the time and have no idea what I'm dealing with during the time in between, "bail" is really easy to say. However, I have to sit here and deal with the soul-crushing depression of failing at this. And the worthless feelings that come from giving up. And the fact that nobody is fucking here to help me through it.
The moral of this endless bitching? No, it's not "don't give shitty advice." It's don't bother asking for the advice of somebody who consistently gives you shitty advice and doesn't stick around to help you deal with the fallout.
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