We had very strong winds on the coast last night, the type that blow you over when you’re walking. When I left the ghoulish whistling through the pub windows I had to fight my front door against the air pressure leaking through every gap and crack, despite closed windows. I awoke in the night and realised something was wrong, getting up for a drink I spotted the cause of my concern the street lights were out. Returning to bed and laying there listening to the power of the ocean in the darkness of no street light was a lovely example of nature’s power.
I have found myself becoming increasingly frustrated by the ‘can’t do it’ generation. You know the sorts of people who tantrum at a challenge and just give up. I’m not sure if it is a generation thing or a sex thing, obviously either would be an unfair generalisation, but hey in for a penny. At work last week a colleague’s wife phoned for him to rescue her because she had a flat, as far as I know she is a healthy middle aged woman. I am sorry but if you cannot change a wheel you should not be allowed behind one! I am pretty sure that on the multi choice paper for the theory test there isn’t an option for ‘push up cleavage and shriek’.
Overhead on the train last week was the woman bemoaning her father for not coming round to sort a leaking tap. This was a commuter in her thirties presumably living alone so why should she wait for her father. Changing a washer is equally a very simple task and does not require a masters in domestic plumbing.
As I am writing this I can recall a rage building when I overheard a lady congratulating her friend on changing a wheel. The conversation involved lots of “wow”, “so brave”, “so clever” and the ever present “I wouldn’t have known where to start”. By the time that they had finished I wanted to grab them by the ears and shake violently whilst yelling “it’s a bloody wheel”. This is part of the bizarre need to celebrate every little thing whether it’s an achievement or not. You are an adult, driving a car and got a flat, this is a routine failure. You don’t need qualifications or a diagnostic machine, here’s a thought they even give you all the tools. Don’t tell Sindy but they actually expect you to undertake this task yourself.
This morning I hit the most ridiculous praise, one that always gets me. A girl was talking to a very new mum and congratulating her on how well she did with the birth rolling out the old line “I couldn’t do it”. Forgive me if I missed something in the basic biology of man but, once you’re pregnant, you’re doing it simple as that. This is not a choice where the mother chose the harder route and succeeded, she did what she had to do.
What irks me in all of this is the attitude that some people have. It is as if they have another option on their mental checklist that says “don’t bother, get a man to do it” and this is spreading so soon we will have no men to do it either. One day the human race will be defeated, not by aliens or disease but by a bolt!
How do these people think that the person they turn to learns? You know when we don’t over tighten that bolt? That’s because we did once. You wonder how we knew that extra screw was there? Because we forgot it once. Most importantly if you wonder how we know it’s no mystery we just don’t give up. A special note to parents, when your child brings broken pieces of toys to you don’t chastise them they are learning. You know how your partner is ‘not very practical’ that’s because his mum told him off for breaking things, think on.