Advices - Love or Hate ‘Em?

I believe the most prideful ones like to dispense advices, and that a writer’s pride is peerless. Writers gloat when they can express their thoughts so cogently, their words rock everyone’s perspective. They fancy being so perceptive, that they can plough through all hardships - even those not their own. Advising may be a writer’s nature. I defy you cite an exception.

I have a tolerance for people who get intrusive and offer unsolicited advices. I get plenty of those from my elder friends. Although it’s easy to think that they’re just being annoying, sometimes their words are well-meant.

But when strangers give unsolicited advices? Ah, now that’s nuisance! I won’t feel comfortable when I’m approached by a street preacher and am told to listen to the "voice of my conscience". Or if a bum tells me to be like John Galt.

So what about people who have read me online but haven’t seen me personally? They stand somewhere between unfamiliarity and kinship, and their advices have a more varying credibility. If, for example, I sound troubled on a blog post, their words could either hack away my anxieties, or just nettle me more. It depends on relevancy and tenability.

Any time you type, you’re a writer. The only thing that will vary is if others will see you as a someone who could write for a profession. But I don’t care if you’re an amateur or Pulitzer-Prize laureate. If your comments on my blog are wise and precise, I’ll be grateful. But, if you constantly knock me with patronizing self-important fodders, then you’re nothing but grating.