Everything one does in life is a choice.
Assuming that other people want to make certain choices is presumptuous. Believing that someone should make certain choices is judgmental.
Giving advice based on that is insulting. Doing so without being asked is rude.
One day I’d like to pick up an instrument with a bigger range (than a ukulele), and start writing my own material. It’d be even better if I could form a duo with a person I was romantically involved with, like The Dresden Dolls or Wild Strawberries.
Sometimes The Dresden Dolls play extended versions of their songs at concerts. The way they interact reveals such intimacy. In each face, you can see how they’re completely lost to the music in those moments of dissonant bliss, but they’re lost together. From body language alone, they read each other for timing, volume, and intensity, until they feel where the other is going by instinct. That kind of chemistry is rare, and it’d be amazing to be able to share that with someone.
A good wingman says “no problem bro” when you ask him to go with you, and takes it as an opportunity to hang out.
He listens and commiserates and backs you up on your feelings when you’re catching him up.
He even pays for dinner when he’s the one doing you a favour.
He keeps a lookout in the sea of people so he can be aware of the situation and warn you.
He stands facing the door so you can have your back to it when talking to him, and won’t be caught off guard.
He teases you about the cute ones, just like the good old days, when you went drinking in places too loud to talk.
He leads when you’re too nervous or self-conscious to do anything, and he follows without question when you take action.
He has a great time, and thanks you for the night.