Briobands are suppose to lead the way. They are suppose to show you your future, but mine, mine is always lit up. Never helping me. The only way around this might be jumping outside the box.
Deciding to be nice wasn't my best decision. If I had known what it would get me into, I would've never made that decision. I made decisions that I regret, and I took them as learning experiences. Those decisions will be the death of me.