A while ago a friend told me I should start a scrapbook. I was hesitant, mostly because I'm not that interested in the parts of people's lives that make for good small talk (pets, "real life", work, etc.). But I said I'd consider it. Which basically means the idea festers until I give it a place to germinate, if you'll pardon the mixed metaphor (and a repeat from chat for the few of you who were there and paying attention). So I was puzzling over what the heck I would use a scrapbook for, when a funny thing happened. I was stalking my friends, as usual, when I noticed that one of them was feeling less than wonderful. I couldn't just let this stand, not when I have the power to go be supportive! And this reminded me of what one of my primary purposes in life is. I seem to be what one might call "a good listener." I like hearing about people's emotional problems (it's been a hobby of mine for a while). It's especially fun when I recognize a circumstance that I was in myself not too long ago, and I can take what I've learned since then and apply it. (Note: all advice is ignorable, especially if it's wrong. You decide what's wrong. I try to make that clear as often as possible.) (Also note: My experiences are not all-encompassing. There are many areas of life on which I am not qualified to advise. I will try not to pretend I know what I'm talking about..ever, but especially when I have no experience.) Essentially, I've decided to offer up my scrapbook as a place for people to air their grievances, complain about their emotional problems, seek live advice, etc. Do not think this means that I offer to personally counsel each and every one of you. I don't even think I'd read everything that gets posted here. This scrapbook is purely experimental and operates entirely on a whimsical basis. And also is an attempt to get my shy friends to talk about their lives more. |