Firstly, I never follow my own advice. This can be demonstrated in many different situations.
1. Whenever people are getting down with how much they’re working I suggest they turn down any extra hours they’re offered. But the moment my manager utters “overtime” I automatically agree and, before long, I find myself leaving for work at half 6 in the morning; cold and grumpy.
2. When people are angry or upset or bored I tell them to do something that makes them happy or takes their mind off whatever is on their minds. Now I think that is quite good, constructive advice. What do I do when I feel like that? Sit at home and wallow.
3. I tell people that I think writing a diary is good. I explain how much it helped me in the past and how amusing it can be to look back on. Have I been keeping a regular diary recently? No. Occasionally I’ll do a little update like:
Dear diary (I never actually write that but I feel the need to on here…)
– I still work at the same place.
– I am still desperately lonely.
– I am still fat.
4. I make jokes about crazy cat ladies yet I have three cats and would like more…
Yeah, I’m such a hypocrite.