(submitted by: @oogaboogasstuff)
I don’t get tired of people seeking advice. I’m just tired in general. Sometimes the stuff that’s put before me —in public and private—is both dire and complicated, and it can weigh on me. When the number of people wanting something outnumber the people offering something, my energy ebbs.
I’ll admit that the asks used to be more breezy, when the anons were less sincere and the problems at hand were more on the order of “stupid cunt being a stupid cunt” and not “confused young woman in disastrous relationship seeks validation from authority figure that she is not, in fact, crazy”. I can fuck around with the former, be a nasty prick, and give everyone a giggle or a sigh. But with the latter, I feel I need to give —as much as I can— a more balanced and considerate response.
With that said, I consider it all part of The Deal. If I’m going to let people look up to me like a dad or worship me like a demigod, I have to expect my opinion to be sought. And sometimes the questions won’t have fun answers. I try to make them interesting to read, but there are a finite number of ways to say “girl, he’s an asshole” with elan.