@finguns All hail Quora. I could spend hours on that site without realizing it.
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@Edith Zimmerman Seriously. I can't say how much this has helped me, even in the last day and a half. Thanks, Maria.
I actually had a very similar situation this year, although maybe the reverse? I was convinced that I absolutely had to tell a friend what I felt about something important in her life. Thankfully, another friend (not mutual) sat me down and told me there was no way I could insert my pretty insignificant opinion into someone's important life decision completely unprompted. No good could possibly come from it. And she was right. Because honestly, as Edith said, what the hell do I know? It's not my life. I was afraid, though, that keeping my secret opinion would somehow rot the friendship, and we'd just grow apart.
But it turned out there was a third way, which was an honest conversation with her about stuff that I do have a stake in, namely our friendship, and things that were eating at me about it. I don't know. I often question other people's motivations, when it's my own need the most interrogation. In other words, to bring it back to another great essay from today, why are you doing this?
@Nadia Oooh, sorry...SPOILER ALERT.
After burning through 4 seasons of Felicity on Netflix in an embarrassingly short time (it was great at the time, and I'm happy to say it holds up), I'd probably devour a Felicity novelization. It's my understanding that choosing Noel over Ben at any point leads to Noel dying in a fire. Some things aren't meant to be.
We had one hot priest growing up, memorialized in my brother's first communion photo. He was Irish and had a drinking problem. He did not last long, though my cousins mourned his leaving for years. Then there was Father Fast, who could finish mass in under 35 minutes. Also popular in my family.