Advice --> the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

     My sister said something very interesting to me the other night. In between “mouth breather” tirades, conversations with her dogs, and  random jokes she mentioned that she doesn’t really know me as being a part of a relationship. Which in our case is true because we really only became super close after my last seriously long term boyfriend and I split. Though there have been a few forays into the relationship world since then none of those has lasted past a few months. And none of those men even got near to meeting my crazy family. This precluded her asking me advice about a few issues arising in her relationship. (nothing that will derail the awesome wedding coming up)

     So why is it that all of my friends, coworkers, residents, and that random girl at the grocery market all come to me for advice on relationships that I feel I have no real basis to help them with.  Well apparently I am a good listener. And a good advice giver.

     A part of my frustration stems from the ever increasing bizarreness that my twin brothers dating life has taken on.  From an early age he has always dated what I lovingly term “CRAZIES”. Seriously there was the one girl in high school that insisted on talking to me on the phone to a) make sure that he didn’t have another girl at the house, and to b) tell me to be nicer to him.  Then there was the girl that lied about her age and he ended up arrested! Oh and the clincher the one who convinced him to marry her at a courthouse wedding in Hawaii then a week later, after flying back to the Midwest, called him up and stated “I don’t want to be married anymore.” The last episode in this ever increasing depressive series was the girl he had never met in person express valid points about his friends and thus incited him to break up with her.

     A comment my dad once made a few years ago while my twin was living with him left me and my sister utterly confused and slightly nauseous. He said “your brother is never without a female companion, and every so often that female changes. Unless he isn’t sleeping with her” Just thinking about our brother in that light led to a few gags.

     But so far only one girl has managed to stay just friends with him, and her name is Pat, short for Patricia, which I am eternally grateful for.  (Can you imagine if your brother got together with a girl with your same name? creepy)

 (this is how I imagine my twin on a date)

   Of course throughout all of this I have always been the one that my lovely twin called, and asked advice. Well no more. I have given up giving advice where it isn’t heeded.  I mean come on what better advice is there then the awesome clichés “love will happen when you are not looking for it”, “don’t rush into things”, and my favorite “stop thinking with your little brain.”

   So back to everyone coming to me for relationship advice. Well I have a secret to confess. I love giving advice. Yup that’s right this girl right here is a bonafide Leo who just loves to mask instructions on how to better your life in the ever asked for “advice”.

    Looking at it, I realize that my sister comes to me for advice about her relationship, not because I have a stellar track record, but because I know her. Like so well that I can tell you that at this moment she is nodding her head. (because as a devoted sister she reads these posts despite being a non facebooker or tweeter)

     Thus I will still be doling out advice about all things. Even if I my experience with them are minimal or fast receding into poor memory.  But just to be clear this is how I feel about unwanted advice given to me. .

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