I find that often, I’m the type of guy who always has an answer for everything. Give me a problem, I can probably offer some kind of solution. Easy. Not even a problem man.
But when it comes to myself, it’s always such a struggle. If a friend were in the same position, I might have something to say. But I never seem to have an answer for myself. It might be hypocrisy, or just stubbornness (“It’s different from your situation. Really!”), but for a change I’d really wish I knew what to do for myself.
I suppose, it’s easy to spew out simplistic ideals. It’s another thing to have wisdom to apply in the real world. Surely, that’s my problem.
That, and I’m horribly horribly infatuated with her. True story.
