I am glue...( a philosophical post)

Every once in a while I tend to get somewhat philosophical. I wonder why the hell I am here and what my purpose in life is. I get tired of being glue.

I mean I seem to be the glue that holds people together so often. I think, I hope I have a greater purpose in life. I don't want to be a counselor or advice giver. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I 'm not a fashion diva, computer whiz, relationship guru, or anything else. I am just an ordinary woman. I'm not trying to sound high school theater and poetry chickish, but I'm serious.

For some reason though each day I am surrounded by advice seekers. I got to thinking, why me? It's true though, ask Michael. In a given day someone will ask me what's the matter with their computer, how do you create a successful relationship, what hair style to get, what political advice I have and a lot of other things. So today I am asking myself why?

Every time I think I talked too much or said something inappropriate, Michael always responds with, "Don't worry about it Nina, everyone loves you." I use to think he said it to make me feel better, but he says it a lot now. I'm not sure why though. I am a very confident person so I don't need a lot of reassurance. So I am left to believe that he truly believes that. I don't think by any means that everyone loves me. So I have to ask myself, why?

Is there something about me that makes people think I am better or different than them? If so what is it? Why do people entrust me to be their glue? I don't use any glue. I'm my own glue. Sometimes I let Michael be the stapler. The point is why? Just today the following things were asked of me:

Who did you vote for?
Do you know how to fix my computer or someone who does?
What should I do about this real estate I own?
How do you spell oblivious?
Where is a good place to get my hair done?
Where is a good place to get a wax?
What do you think of having children?
Have you checked out this website? What did you think about it?
Did you have sex last night?
Do you think things in Iraq will change?
Have you checked your mail?
Do you know a good doctor?
Where do you get you're car fixed?
Do you want to go for a walk on Thursday?
What do you think of abortion?
How do you feel about gay rights?
What party are you affiliated with?
What kind of cat food do you give your cats?
Can you give me an address and phone number for the place I'm supposed to be?
Is water day now Friday?
Did you win in Vegas? What was your strategy?
Do you think the cold war could of been avoided?
What did you eat today?
What happened to the bug man?
Do you think you can make it to the next meeting?
When are you going to start making the truffles?
Can you ask how much for these services for me?
I'm having relationship problems. Can you help?
What do I say to her?
What is the best way to handle this?
What would you charge for this print?
Do you think you could help me pick a matte and frame for this?

I can't even remember the rest. All these had follow up questions too. Maybe this seems so out of place because most of the people who asked these of me are several years older than me. Perhaps it's that I never even left the house today. I don't know. I am baffled by things people ask me sometimes, especially when it is in an area in which I have no expertise. It just seems strange to me. I don't know anyone else who experiences the kind of mental foot traffic I get.

There isn't anything super duper about me. I mean I try to treat people like I want to be treated. I only have one rule when it comes to being my friend; Never lie to me. So what's so flippin' spectacular about that? What makes me qualified to give advice on life changing questions or even daily routine ones?

I have to believe I have a greater purpose in life than being a shoulder to lean on. I mean I don't really mind being a shoulder, but it's starting to take over the rest of me. I personally think my purpose in life is to love, either that or be the highest roller Vegas has ever seen. I don't fucking know. I am confused though. I also feel like I don't have a shoulder to lean on? Who am I suppose to ask about my hair and capital punishment?

I hear an, "Oh, what about Michael?" coming on. Michael is great. He is the only shoulder that has been consistent in my life. He's not always encouraging though and he knows nothing about hair. He tends to show me the opposite decision of whatever it is I am contemplating. I am grateful for that, but sometimes I want more. I want him to suck down whatever opinionated voice he has in his head and tell me the truth about the bra I'm trying on. Does it make my boobs look too pointy? I want him to make the decisions about life and answer all the phone calls and questions?

He's tries, and it doesn't work for the most part. So whatever my purpose; poet, goat herder, fitness guru, record holder for the world's largest feet, or neighbor I am just sick of searching for it. I am only left asking more questions when all the previous ones have been answered.

Why me? What if I mess up? What if I'm wrong? Why the hell are you asking me? What the hell am I supposed to do with this life?

O.k. I'm done being philosophical now. I need a cocktail...damn Vegas is making me an addict.