Insomniac Late Night Nonesense...I Mean Musings.

Why is it so difficult to take good advice? Especially when you can only benefit from it...I think.

Recently, I was given a couple of pieces of some really good advice from a good friend of mine whose identity I will keep secret, but I will say he goes by the name Quadzilla because of his ginormous quads (obviously).  As I was saying, he gave me some good advice a day or two ago. I'm not going to share what the advice was because I'm not ready to do so. Plus, I don't want to anyway. No, I don't.

Fast-forward a day or two later, and I didn't take the advice. Nevermind that when I accepted the advice, I was in LaLa land having had an adult beverage and my ambien. I'm not sure which Ben is the real one: AmbiBen at night or Ben during the day, so I'm not sure which of me took the advice. I'm guessing the smart me didn't because one of me is smarter than the other - I just don't know which one. I guess depending on which one you ask, I'll say I am.

I think I tend to dwell on things during those late nights battling insomnia. Last night was one of those such nights. I was debating why I didn't just do what he said, and I realized I was probably convincing myself that it wasn't a good idea. I know it's not too late to take it, but, knowing myself, I don't know that I'm smart enough to take it.

I guess there'll be plenty of time to explain why it fell on deaf ears later in the week when we'll be on a 3-4 hour bus ride to Mexico.