My mother. She acknowledges the fact that in the end I’m going to do what I want to do, but she gives me advice anyway so I don’t do it as stupidly as I probably would without her input.
I’ve done some dumb stuff without her knowing, and then when I get around to telling her what I did she says something like, “Nice, Allison. Real nice.”
best friend/ex-boyfriend. he knows me better than anyone (perhaps even better than i know myself), i can tell him anything, and there’s no judgement. we’ve already seen all of each other’s crap and decided to stay friends in spite (maybe because) of it. i even call him for advice on how to handle situations where he has pissed me off/hurt my feelings in some way, and i feel like i get a genuine, objective and unbiased response. so in the rare instances where i feel like i can’t talk to him about a particular topic, for whatever reason, i really feel stuck.
My wife, my best buddy Santa (not THAT Santa, a different one) and depending on the subject matter, my eldest brother or other friends. My mechanic for automotive advice, etc. I used to ask several people for their great advice, but they have passed on, so now I need other people to go to advice for.
I have a sock puppet from my childhood named Hosey Stockington. When the burden of making life’s decisions has finally taken it’s toll on my poor, bruised, gray matter, I pull him out of his otter-skin pouch, slide him on my hand and just unload. He doesn’t judge, he’s a good listener, and he never interrupts.
My mom. She’s harsh and can come across mean. I try to ignore her advice, but in my 28 years I’ve learned (sometimes the hard way) that she’s almost always right.
I try to ask myself first. If that doesn’t work I close my eyes and see who pops into my head first. That is usually the person that can help me the most in that circumstance.
I hate advice. Well, hate is too strong, but I don’t feel much like listening to it. If I can’t figure it out, I’d rather do without. I like sympathy, and empathy, and support, but advice is hard for me. When I do feel I can’t do without it, I turn to my wife. She is very smart, and she has a legal training, and she is a great mother, and she is wise, and she loves me (go figure), so I figure she can offer me good counsel.
depends on the situation. whoever i feel like i can trust the most with it/would be able to help or understand. i don’t really ask for advice that often though, now that i think of it.
If I’m really screwed up, I email “our priest”, who adopted my husband as his father a few years ago so I am his father’s wife and that gives access. He gives me the Anglican answer (I’m not Anglican, but he is), then the Xhosa answer (I’m not African, but he is).
The main source of wisdom is his own great heart.
Now that I think about it, I rarely ask for advice. It is a fault of mine, and not something I am proud of. Does anyone else feel embarrassed to ask for advice? Not all of the time, but oddly, on important issues, I stupidly try to figure them out myself.
1.) Consider all possibilities
2.) Make decision for myself
3.) Double-check with best friend and therapist to make sure my decision isn’t completely idiotic.