The palms of both of my hands are sweaty, my heart is pumping 200 liters of blood through my veins per minute, my blood shot eyes are getting teary and my left toe is twitching. I suddenly have that panic moment. But it is too late the plane has taken off… literally.
Some people say they will never go through with it. Others opt out after watching too many freak accidents. There are those who just don’t have the time for it or interest. Then there are the few who welcome jumping out of a shaky, musty, fear-inducing plane flying 15,000 feet in the air.
I am no handyman. Trust me, I have tried. Once, I attempted to install a new light fixture in our spare bathroom. I proudly put the thing together; after hours of figuring out the red and black wires go here and the ground wire goes there. I was pumped up and ready to boast about my handyman powers. I flicked the switch and the only thing that kept turning on and off was the living room cable box.
It was immediately reaffirmed; I am definitely no handyman or an electrician. The problem is, I have no patience. I can’t sit there for hours and not fix something. So when my brother-in-law came over to fix the stand up shower that we had stopped using over a month ago due to the hot handle breaking off, I was very excited. What I didn’t expect is him bringing not one, not two but three different tool boxes full of neat tools I have never seen before.
We all have that person in our life. That dear friend who we don’t see for weeks and who—during your once a month dinner catch-up—rehashes every insignificant detail about his or her latest job catastrophe, spousal and/or child predicament and vacation to Bora Bora. We get it; you are busy and you have a lot to talk about.
The thing is, the “me, me, me” complex loses its cuteness at about the age of six. Because the truth is, we are all busy adults—busy adults with our own celebrations, challenges and confusions—and we now see much more quickly through those individuals who so easily forget to ask, “And how was your day?”