I used to be an amateur psychologist. Back in high school / college, I seemed to always be the person people went to when they had troubles. I can't begin to count the number of nights spent staying up until the wee hours, discussing problems with significant others, parents, work, etc. I dispatched advice, and I thought life was grand.
What the hell was I thinking? Though (to the best of my knowledge) no one was hurt thanks to my "professional advice", now that I am older and (hopefully) wiser, I wish I could go back and smack some sense into my younger self.
I think I was trying to score points with the ladies. That is the reason I did 99% of the things I did back then.
What the hell was I thinking? Though (to the best of my knowledge) no one was hurt thanks to my "professional advice", now that I am older and (hopefully) wiser, I wish I could go back and smack some sense into my younger self.
I think I was trying to score points with the ladies. That is the reason I did 99% of the things I did back then.
