The end of an email I wrote

My friend, the really great writer Kim Rodgers, read through yesterdays post to catch my stupid mistakes, and for some reason that made me glum. It was nothing she did (or didn't) do, it was something about the task I set myself and the way I feel about some of my writing. I am still learning, I guess, is what I am saying.  But so below is the end of the email as it pertains to this blog:

One thing I didn't say yesterday and maybe what I was trying to get at was that with my dads death and my firing I feel like the world has opened up to reveal unlimited impossibilities. And I am not sure how to proceed.
I am a sloppy perfectionist, an insecure egotist*, a sincere joker.  A logical disconnection.
Talk to you soon. (I love to talk about myself, but I am much more comfortable trying to help someone else.)

And that is when I had my next great idea!  I can not become a counselor. (Right or wrong) I would argue to heavily with the basic assumptions of human behavior that psychology is based on, I like to much to find the fallacy in generalist arguments--and even the possibility of fallacy will do.

My idea is that I will become, in part, an advice columnist. I know they are a dime a dozen, but what isn't? Here are the qualities I possess to recommend me for the post:
1) The title of my blog: I Offered, You Didn't Ask. I do not listen to Dr. Laura or her ilk very often, but when I have I noticed that a caller, (writer) presents one question, but Dr. Phil or his ilk, answers a very different question. So in that sense Dr. Ruth and her ilk are offering without being asked.

2) back in January, when I was still employed and still had a father, my friend Katie Gos. aprapo of nothing wrote this on my face book wall:

I've never told you this before, but I want you to know now that I live my life based on the advice I've received from you over the years. Thanks.

And Katie is a really sweet and really introspective and astute person. I am saying this not because of what she said, but because she knew I was full of bullshit when she first met me as a freshman in college, wasn't afraid to tell me so, AND yet I was able to wear her down. 

3) I am 37, and have thought long and hard about myself (arrogance) and how I fit into the world (insecurity). And I have the laundry list of traits, habits and hang-ups to prove it.

3b) I have put in great time and effort to identify, quantify, and adjust my own personal person.

4) I am a writer. So I have empathy. And I can draw logical connections between seemingly disparate things--This is where insight comes from.

5) What do I got to lose.

I have to go to FXB, so i will let this idea brewviate for a little while and then give you more details in my next post ("you?"--pretend you have an audience and you do!)

*egotist is not the correct word, but it is close. I am selfish, I do think largely about myself. But I also love other people and get joy from listening to and helping them. Arrogant is a more correct self-assessment (arogantist would be the word, if it was one) I think I right most of the time--especially about my insecurities.