It's sad really that here's me, single pringle and have been for my entire life, having people come to me for advice. For relationship advice. I've had people ask if they should break up with their boyfriends, if they should go that extra step with their significant other, or if he really should ask her out. And it's interesting that whilst I only give small tidbits of advice, never anything major that could completely sway their decision, or make them do something drastic, just enough to help them clear their minds and think easier, they still listen to what I say.
I don't know if he's really flirting, or just being a nice guy, so why should you come to me for advice? I've never been in the same situations as any of these people, and they know it, yet they ask me. It does make me feel a bit honoured, but at the same time slightly used. It makes me feel that they only talk to me because I'm good at listening, that they don't really care for my friendship at all.
I recently became closer to a girl after bonding over Barbie movies, and she's asking me for advice, but I know that I will have to to deal with the aftermath either way it goes.
I don't mind being used as a diary most of the time, I'm good at letting people just talk with no interruptions. Sometimes it would be nice if it weren't just a one-way diary though. I've tried to talk to people about my own problems, but they either just sympathise without understanding, interrupt through out it, or overshadow it with their own problems. Either way it makes me feel pathetic.
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this actually. I just don't really know what to do.
Should I continue being there for people, but have no shoulder of my own to rest on, or distance myself from their shit and try and work out my own?