Dammit, I did it again last night.
It took one drink, and Phony Robbins was in full preaching form. Playing Doctor Self Help Guru, I prescribed a whole regimen of things that this poor girl SHOULD do. I was on a roll, a new target too polite to tell me to stop.
You SHOULD do this, I said. And you SHOULD do that. And after that, you SHOULD consider the other thing.
She smiled respectfully because she was cornered by my self-indulgent monologue.
Anna, I apologize for the forced positivity, the pep talk, and the demotivational attempt to motovate.
New rule: anytime you hear me use the word SHOULD in a sentence, I owe you five bucks. Call me out on it, and five dollars will be Venmoed immediately.
There’s no need to sit with a puffed up chest and preach, while I think to myself how smart and wise I really am. Telling people what someone should do is assuming that I can look into their soul and see what they need out of life. Not possible. “Should” people are great at hiding their ignorance behind a veil of misinformed life advice.
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