Sometimes your friends really do know what’s best for you…sometimes.
…and sometimes they don’t.
I’ve learned that I don’t always make the best decisions…more importantly I’ve learned to admit that I don’t always make the best decisions. But, aren’t mistakes part of life? And, isn’t learning from them part of what makes us grow? What makes life so interesting? If we all did everything right all the time, what would we even have to gossip about? Ok, forget the gossip…anyone who knows me knows that’s really not my style, but honestly, if everything was right all the time, there would be no news, nothing to report on; There would be no counseling, nothing to worry or stress about; There would be no human resources, everyone would always be trusted and treated fairly; Hell, no need for government—no #occupywallstreet (my current obsession) …our society is founded on the fact that we are flawed.
So, stop trying to save me.
I’ve got something in my life that I am proud of—something I am happy to be a part of—something that nobody can touch, and yet, I have received insurmountable unsolicited advice regarding the subject. At this point, to all those who are trying to save me from screwing it up, I have this to say to you:
No, thank you.
My happiness belongs to only me, it is my responsibility, and perhaps partially the responsibility of those intimately involved, and I believe all affected parties are kind of kicking ass as their job right now. So, why question it? Why would my friends question it? Why even raise a doubt where there is no doubt to be had?
Granted, although older and wiser than the naive fool who has countlessly dropped the ball and suffered the consequences, I am still young at heart, still have much to learn, and still much more fragile than I may let on. I understand that those close have my best interest in mind and are looking out for my own well-being. Noted.
But, please stop.
I will happily continue on in my blissful ignorance and if the day should come that I should falter again, I will gladly celebrate with you as you chant your “I told you so“‘s…but not today.
Today is mine.