For those of you who read my monthly recap, you will already be aware that I am starting an “advice” column in the form of a monthly newsletter called, “Unsolicited Advice from a 20-something-year-old hot mess,” which is, in fact, not entirely unsolicited, as the concept is as follows: you will write me questions and I will answer them. So actually, it’s entirely solicited, but whatever. Abusing the vernacular is what being twenty-something is all about… amongst other more exciting things.
I’d like to think of “Unsolicited Advice” as a “Dear Abby” but written by a 20-something-year-old (in this case, me) who still hasn’t figured out that 2 am is not a proper bed time and who thinks that burritos should be their own food group. I will do my best to give you some sound advice about what you should do in your situation …And then I’ll tell you what I would do. Sounds fun, right? Right.
So this is how it works, folks – you write me questions concerning the curve balls life throws at you and I will give you my two cents. So go ahead and tweet me with the hashtag “LFBadvice,” leave a question in the comments below or ask me anonymously and I will be sure to answer your question as responsibly as possible… and then answer it again, truthfully, based on what I actually would do.
I’m thinking it will go a little something like this:
Dear twenty-something-year-old hot mess,
I have to go to work party and face my colleague, with whom I had awkward sexytime with last weekend and have been too afraid to face ever since. What should I do?
Sincerely, Confused in Seattle
Dear Confused in Seattle,
Boy, That is quite a tough one. I definitely do not envy your position. What you should do: Something responsible like have a normal conversation with him (or her) to show him (or her) that you guys can still remain professional and polite despite having seen each other’s downstairs bits. Everyone’s slept with a work colleague (guilty!) once or twice. It’s not particularly wise, as you are now finding out, but life will go on. Cos that’s the thing about life, hey. What I would do: Drink all the alcoholzzz and silently pray to the gods that be that we do not bump into each other, while secretly stalking him behind strategically placed houseplants that barely hide me, let alone my shame, to see if he is looking for me or has brought a lady friend, because pride? What’s that?
Sincerely, A twenty-something-year-old hot mess
Except a lot wittier, or something.
So sign up now, and participate by asking me questions (on or off anon) or just soak up all the awesomely awesome advice I’m gonna be throwin’ your way, cos this is going to be fun. A bit controversial? Perhaps, but really think it’s gonna be good.
“Unsolicited Advice” will take the form of a monthly newsletter so do be a dear, sign up, and start asking me some hard-hitting questions because I really sincerely hope to make this into a thing.
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