There is absolutely nothing extraordinary about me that would lead me to believe I’m the ideal person to counsel others. My interests are strange and varied, my job is boring as hell, my life is far more suburban than I’d like, and my marriage is good but not perfect. I’ve never done drugs, I’ve never been a smoker or a heavy drinker, I’ve never been through a major trauma. I can’t think of any experience I’ve had that would qualify me to be in the role I often find myself in: that of listener and advice-giver-type.
My husband jokingly said it’s because I’m welcoming and sweet. I’m offended…I purposefully try to NOT be sweet and girly, dammit! I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s some sort of sign, an invisible tattoo on my forehead that screams “hey, hey you with the issue, this girl will listen to you and try to help!”
I don’t mind taking on the role amongst my close friends, after all, I sort of purposely keep that circle small and intimate so it’s not a burden. But why do VERY casual acquaintences and people I’ve just met find me so irresistable to unload all their strange relationship issues? I’m not really complaining, it’s more that I’m just weirded out. I’m pretty damn standoffish with people when I meet them, actually. I make every effort to keep them at arms length, at least, becuase I’ve been burned way too many times thinking someone would be trustworthy. Now, unfortunately, I assume someone is NOT trustworthy until they’ve proven otherwise. Sad, I know, but it’s the way I am now.
I find it ironic. I’m ever so far from normal, and on top of that I’m pretty damn boring. This is just weird weird weird.