I've noticed that friendships often comprise two roles: Advisor and Advised. Advisors counsel, teach and rescue. The Advised wait and obey.
When we were growing up near the sea, my best friend was my Advisor. As the only child of angry parents who said they could read my mind and who called bicycles "death machines," I needed help. I nearly always did whatever my friend said, but sometimes I rejected her advice. Why? To appear autonomous? To test my boundaries? Maybe you, too, have ignored an Advisor, such as....
My best friend saved me from tears, death and a bulldog tattoo. From what have your Advisor friends saved you?
All illustrations are by Anneli Rufus.