I’ve spent two days being generous and supportive and helpful and kind and insightful and, well…most of the good parts of me and then I just spoke on the phone to a good friend and I feel like I just told them how to live their life.
I feel like I gave a bunch of unsolicited advice (yes, I get how funny that is given my letter to you about men giving unsolicited advice).
The odd thing is that I’m pretty sure my friend was really interested in what I had to say and that given a little bit more space they would have totally asked for my thoughts on the given topic.
But we were time pressured and hadn’t spoken for a while and I just fell into this space where I had lots of opinions about something that really wasn’t any of my business to have opinions about (unless I was asked for my opinion…of course, which I kind of wasn’t, I don’t think).
You see the thing is I didn’t take the time to listen to my friend. To really listen to them. And I off loaded my opinions anyhow!
It was, by no stretch of the imagination, a bad situation (I don’t think!) but I’m just fascinated at how, if I really check in with myself, it didn’t feel good to me at all.
I’m fine this happened.
I haven’t checked but I’m reasonably confident my friend is fine this happened.
I’d just rather listen to my friends rather than talk at them.
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