I remember when I was in my mid to late 20's. I didn't know shit about shit (but I thought I knew everything). I had in a kitchen drawer: a hammer, a screwdriver, a pair of scissors and somewhere (I'm certain) I had a knife.
I remember I needed to fix something in my house, desperately. It required a screwdriver. No problem, I had one in my kitchen. Well, the fuckin' handle was broken off.
I tried to adapt and use the scissors but they were cheap and inefficient.
The hammer wasn't appropriate. I preferred using the hammer for smashing things into pieces.
Well, somehow (eventually) I fixed whatever needed to be fixed and I have learned since to simply have more tools READILY available so that when I need to fix something, I'm covered.
Tonight I realized that I am the only tool in a friend's drawer. The problem is... ...tonight I'm broken.
She can't use her hammer because everything is already smashed.
She can't use her scissors because the two blades don't come together properly.
Her knife has only one function.
A broken tool serves no purpose.
I wish she had more tools.
I remember I needed to fix something in my house, desperately. It required a screwdriver. No problem, I had one in my kitchen. Well, the fuckin' handle was broken off.
I tried to adapt and use the scissors but they were cheap and inefficient.
The hammer wasn't appropriate. I preferred using the hammer for smashing things into pieces.
Well, somehow (eventually) I fixed whatever needed to be fixed and I have learned since to simply have more tools READILY available so that when I need to fix something, I'm covered.
Tonight I realized that I am the only tool in a friend's drawer. The problem is... ...tonight I'm broken.
She can't use her hammer because everything is already smashed.
She can't use her scissors because the two blades don't come together properly.
Her knife has only one function.
A broken tool serves no purpose.
I wish she had more tools.

