My Vice: Advice

Sometimes, I can't help but want to offer my advice on someone's current predicament, no matter how uninvited the advice may be.  I always try to be very understanding and tactful in the way I deliver it, but my advice still isn't always recieved with open arms.

What can I say?  Giving advice is my vice.  And my profession. : )

In fact, one of the reasons I have this column is because I was essentially pissing off a bunch of my friends and family, and even strangers, by offering them all kinds of unsolicited advice.  When I found myself trying to tell the person in front of me in line at Starbucks "you should try an iced chai instead of a chai creme frappucino because they not only taste better but had zillions fewer calories," I knew I had a problem.

Fortunately, I don't only like to give others advice; I give my self advice too.  And I listen to myself.  So after the woman at Starbucks stomped off (and rightfully so) to her car with her chai creme frappucino, I plunked myself down on one of he wobbly, iron tables outside with m iced chai, and had a good think.  Two chais and a very full bladder later, I had my answer: a specified outlet where advice is aways expected, even if not welcome.

Thus, askastrid.pnn.com was born.

So tell me, dear readers.  What is your vice?  And what have you done to curb its disturbance in your world?