Without a Yard

Advice. I am a magnet for the stuff. It's either because I have a
youngish look/vibe or a side effect of the other unexplainable
TMI-attracting factors within that I've blogged about before. Googley
eyes? Attentive/active listener? Too eager to stop working?

Whatever it is, there's a fine blessing vs. curse balance that needs
to be struck, which I am certainly not achieving of late.

Some humbly advise the expert guidance of others. I've had everything
from astrological charts to shrink's emails to guard dog litigators
offered up this round. It's flattering and terrifying to think that
your not-so-unique-afterall-situation calls for test-driven pros.

Being cheap, stubborn and busy has left many elements of this advice
genre fall by the wayside, though.

Then there's the testimonial-style advice-doler-outer. This is can
best be represented Venn-diagram-style overlapping with all the TMI's
I've loved before. These peeps have some pretty heavy stuff yet to be
resolved and are all too happy to make (sometimes tenuous) links
between your sitch and theirs. They revel in revealing. Often they
glean a few peripheral deets through the grapevine and cobble together
a theory that has
served them well in years past. Thanks but no thanks.

Thankfully there are the superstars of the advice giving world.
Friends who probably don't offer up parables at all - they just
listen, laugh and offer to help you move. They lead by example and,
when asked, explain the difference (again) between variable and fixed
rates and the best place to rent weird dvds on the east side. They
MySpace you Mae West quotes, email you live the National sets or lend
you a futon (in their apartment…to sleep on….indefinitely). I hope
to stop being a trite 'truism' deliverer and evolve into one of these
types veru, very soon.

Christina's post yesterday made me write this…hope I didn't pull a
TMI of my own…

Back in the city Saturday aft…ElMo+GoingSteady+DerbyNight??

Peace
Meegs