A little advice...

People are always giving me advice about stuff. One thing about every advice I get is that I don't want it. What I want doesn't seem to matter though so I end up taking some advice just to be polite. Mostly it works out bad for me. Like this one time somebody was like, you should take that thing off your resume about being able to speak Italian since you can't. I ended up taking it off my resume and now nobody thinks I can speak Italian. I don't see how I am better off with people thinking I CAN'T speak Italian.

Another example of bad advice is when I ran over one of my nice work shirts with the vacuum cleaner and it got all mangled up at the bottom. Somebody was like, you might want to stop wearing that shirt because it makes you look poor. Well that was bad advice because I am wearing that shirt right now. You can't even see the mangled part when I am sitting at my desk so who's the fool now jerk.

Sometimes the advice I get is good but most of the good advice I get is way too late. My sister is always giving me advice about my hair right after I get a haircut. Why would you give someone advice to wear their hair longer right after they get it cut really short? It's pretty mean in my opinion but I get back at her by prank calling her at work. We don't talk very much outside of the prank calls so she doesn't recognize my voice. Somebody told me one time that I should keep prank calling her and that was pretty good advice.

Sometimes though advice is just plain scary. Like remember when Jesse was about to get married to Rebecca Donaldson and her dad (Mr. Donaldson) gave Jesse some advice? I know you remember it but humor me. He told Jesse that marriage was going to change him and he better get all the wild oats out of his system. So Jesse jumped out of a plane and got stuck in a tree on his wedding day. I mean he made it to the wedding and sung for Becky (see earlier blog entry) but there was no reason he needed to be stuck in that tree. If it wasn't for advice he probably wouldn't have been.

Basically this blog is about how I hate advice. I live my life feeling stuck in a tree on my wedding day and most of it comes from advice. My main advice is that people should shut up and get out of my face.