the clog

Rumoku: Agony Aunt

That's right...you didn't misread it. I'm an agony aunt in training. For those of you who don't know what an agony aunt is...erm...open up a newspaper once in a while. You can't miss those sort of columns: they will make you laugh at how absurd life truly is. Okay, that wasn't a good explanation. Let's try that again. An agony aunt is someone who you confess your problems to for advice. Most often, these problems revolve around heartache and emotional agony.

Phew, the buildup sure took a long time. So where was I? Ah right. I'm an agony aunt. For some reason people now come to me for advice about their love problems. But it doesn't make any sense because I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE! And still they ask. My mind boggles.

What makes the whole situation almost intolerable is the fact that my advice may have caused one friend to break up with his girlfriend. I'm pretty sure that the whole relationship was leaning towards that resolution for a while now but my advice may have been the shove that broke the camel's straw. Or something.

I just pray that my advice will never lead to someone's suicide. Eeeek....

Rumoku out