I love my job. I do. It's amazing. It's fascinating.
I tend to enjoy it so much that it sort of seeps out of me and I offer tidbits of advice and help and well, counseling, to the people in my life. My close friends and family appreciate my help but don't expect that kind of thing from me.
HOWEVER. People I hardly know, aquaintences, friends of friends, people I meet at parties... they find out I'm a counselor and they just wanna go head first into their personal issues. Usually, it's something like "omg you should talk to my dad/friend/wife/husband... they are totally crazy..." and then they go into someone elses problems.... which eventually comes around to THEIR problems. And I spend an otherwise fun party listening to some partially drunk moron drone on and on about their daddy issues.
I'm not here to counsel you. I'm here to party. I'm here to get AWAY, in fact.
I have friends on facebook that I haven't seen in person in YEARS that randomly write me 10,000 word essays about their personal problems and ask for help. Like really? YOU HAVE TO PAY ME FOR THAT. Just because you know me doesn't mean I can't wait to fix you. I am NOT your therapist. We are friends, you are not my client.
It's like meeting an auto mechanic at a party and asking him to fix your brakes, since you know, your car is right out front.