Freakchylde's

I have discovered one of my problems. In trying to fix my cat shelf, so that the padding doesn’t come off, I spent 15 worthless minutes fighting with the tool chest – that has wheels for a reason – to get it out of the closet. Needless to say, I wasn’t able to get it out and the drawers are faced so that you have to pull the bloody thing out to get to any of them. So what’s my issue? I feel helpless in my own house to fix anything or do any sort of project that might require the use of any tool that might be in that chest. I can’t pick it up out of the closet because it’s too heavy, and I can’t pull it out because the closet floor is lower than the room floor and requires a ramp to be installed there. I recall at one point, before we were even together, my partner jokingly saying that I needed a guy to fix things and to get things I couldn’t. That is utter bullshit. If I am forced to rely on myself, I’m perfectly capable of doing anything necessary and learning anything necessary to do what I need to do. I don’t need anyone to do anything for me. My problem is when I’m forced into that situation because someone, whether knowingly or not, put obstacles in my way that I can’t overcome (e.g. see previous story about the fucking tool chest with wheels). It is because of that, that my meditative state went from nice and calm to screaming, crying and almost throwing things. Granted, I was meditating on the Morrigan, so there’s a good chance this was a good example of what I came away with. However, it still pisses me off that I have these projects that need to get done in this place and I can’t get them done because I can’t get to anything that would allow this. Men, sometimes you can fuck them, and sometimes you can just fuck it.