I have a friend. She thinks she’s doing better than me. Maybe she is, I don’t really care.

Lately she has taken an interest to advice me, help me through the rough time. You know, like a personal cheerleader?

She likes to know what am I doing, whether am I actively looking for a new source of income. She would encourage me to do things that I have no confidence nor interest in, push me harder, instill doubts puts questions in my head. She tells me how to go to sleep when she realized I’m having trouble sleeping. She doesn’t know that I drink, bet she would share a few recipes with me and then tell me to cut down. And she worries about my money.

Although sometimes I noticed she doesn’t hear me, I’m too tired to scream anyway.

Strangely, I am usually quite happy until I have hear her mother goose talk. She never fails to point out obvious, like I am old, wasting time, retained, not making money, not doing good for myself, etc.

I do have a proper resume, but I’m not sending them out. My mum knows I’ve got my own problems, she has never once shove the classified section to my face.

I am quite happy, revamping my room slowly. Making little tweaks here and there. Going out only when I want to, cos I don’t really need to be around crowds. I never really ask for money from anyone, whatever little that I have had lasted me quite well. Even though I don’t sleep at regular hours, I get my 8 hours or more daily. So yes, I am really quite contented.

So really, I don’t know why is she so concerned. She’s not my girlfriend, not my best pals, I don’t think I’m considered her best pals either. She don’t seems to pay attention to me sometimes, yet when the opportunity arises, she never fails to dish out motivational speeches and personal anecdotes via MSN.

The floodgate of advices would burst if I allow her to carry on.

YAH. I am an unappreciative stubborn cow, a glass-half-empty cynic and I don’t fervently believe in goodness in everything. Maybe one day she can run my life like a well-oiled engine. While she’s at it, might as well pay my phone bills, fix my hair and help me lose a couple of pounds too. Brainwash me and also manage my anger. Yeah that last one would be really useful man.

Some people… have so much sympathy but no empathy. Unless they are giving me cold hard cash, they might as well just shut the fuck up.