Keith Watanabe * NET 2.0

Sometimes I feel like I'm a psychologists listening to other people's trouble or a minister for which people confess their sins.  The other day for instance, a female friend of mine admitted to me that sex was a very important aspect of having a relationship to her.  I'm a guy and she's kinda hot.  I found it disturbing that she would admit something like that to me.  Also, her boyfriend problems.

Another friend recently talked about how she was having problems figuring out her life.  Didn't want to do anything for work, just earn easy money.  So now I'm a career counselor!

Tomorrow yet another friend (a guy at work) will have lunch with me.  I know I'm going to be advising him on how to survive in business.  So again I'm going to become the go-to person for this person's initiation into the business world.  Again career counselor.

Funny thing is that when it's my turn to go to some one, I really don't go to anyone anymore.  Just my giraffe.  Or my blog.  No kidding.  Sometimes I write.  But it's funny how all these people seem to have this need to confess something to me.  There's a great line in the Godfather 3 where the preacher tells Michael how the mind needs to reveal something deep at times.  It's really true.