Saturday, 1 October 2011

Bad advice


The thing about getting older, is that you realize that cliches stem from somewhere... Life. There are things and situations that existed before us and up until we go through those things... We don't know shit.

Living life through advice from Sis Dolly or some how to keep your man article in Cosmo isn't the way to go about life. That info is mere entertainment, it's business... It sells magazines... Sis Dolly doesn't know you luv.

The greatest advice has been from my father, basketball coaches and my Wolfpack. You can't let people who don't know you adivise you... Humans are not templates. Even a shrink has to sit with you for numerous sessions before the can actually recommend the solution.

The mind is a terrible thing to waste, so stop letting bad advise fuck with your head. What you read in this blog is my release and opinion. I'm sharing but I'm not dictating... I preach zero gospel... Make your own decisions.

When asked for advise, it's ok to tell the person that you feel as though you are not the best person to ask if you have nothing constructive to add. That is the best thing you could do for that person... Don't just speak out of your ass for the sake of being heard. Be a good friend... Often silence can soothe the situation.

At the end of the day, be responsible... Despite the advice, you choose... You decide and you live with the decision. Unless you literally have a gun to your head, be responsible and accountable... Don't blame others.

All love

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