I greeted a relative who is celebrating her 40th bday. She said thanks, told me she feels so old, and reminded me to do the things I want to do now. I said I seem to be doing the reverse of that: I'm not doing what I don't want to do - most of the time, at least.

Sometimes I think I'm not meant to be doing what I'm doing. The strange thing is, I seem to be good at some aspects of what I do. Thus, I am stuck doing what I'm not certain I still want to do.

A friend and I were horsing around and we ended up trashtalking. I told her she is an evil ex to her ex. She pointed out that at least she has an ex. I said she can have her ex. I wouldn't dream of taking your ex away from you, honey. Are most people really proud of having exes even if they've all managed to make enemies out of each other at the end of the relationship? That is so weird. It's just like saying: So I have this ex and I screwed him up pretty badly for life, but hey, I am so glad it happened.

A coworker - a non-lawyer - sought my legal advice about a personal matter yesterday. As we talked, I got the impression that she wanted me to advise her in accordance with what she wanted to do - even if it was clearly incorrect. As a rule, I do not pull punches when I give a person some legal advice. My thinking is that If I am a client asking for legal advice, I'd want my lawyer to be frank and forthcoming about what I should expect in a case. However, it appears that my officemate didn't like my legal advice. She's now pretending I don't exist, which is fine because I don't obsess about everyone who I share breathing space with. What's ironic is that I think I just made an enemy by trying to help.