The advice that is wanted is commonly not welcome and that which is not wanted, evidently an effrontery.
I've had so many people say stuff to me. I meet them, have a chat for five minutes and they think they can say what they like. I used to laugh it off, but now I think 'why do you think you can say that to me? You don't know me.'
I would never offer advice without the person asking for it. I, in general, don't believe in giving advice, actually, as a human being I don't.
To offer a man unsolicited advice is to presume that he doesn't know what to do or that he can't do it on his own.
I'm not accustomed to giving advice to those who haven't asked for it.
It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
I used to be really comfortable with my body until I started hearing from people I didn't even know who have no relevance to me saying, 'You're ugly. You're fat. You're old.' And I thought, 'Hold on - I was doing alright until you piped up.'
Save me from the Candid Friend.
People always want to give you advice about parenting. People who you've never met before will tell you you're doing something wrong. And it's quite similar in writing. People forget that you're a human; they just want to give you their advice.
I can't have people always having their opinions floating my way.
I can understand criticism coming from people who have met me, but it is off-putting to hear nasty things about myself from people I have never met or even seen in life.
Most people can relate to that whole annoying thing when people think they know who you are.
