I know nothing. I am consistently upset by all that I do not know. I do not know how to build a house. My grandfather did! He built his own house. What a man!
I can not say anything to that effect.
He built a house. I dunno, like, eighty years ago. A HOUSE! I just cannot get over this. A house is such an involved project: wood working, carpentry, flooring, HVAC, roofing, painting, porch making, garage making, electrical work, plumbing....he did it all. If there was something that he did not know, why, he surrounded himself with people of similar talents.
"So, what you're saying Michael, is that he was only friends with people in a handy-man's guild?"
No! He was not judging his friends off of silly criterions like a man's ability to skin a deer, he simply took those talents for granted.
Nowadays, building a house is a big deal. I mean, fuck, look at me: I'm hyping it up like it is the greatest thing ever. But think; it used to be taken for granted.
What happens when you take things for granted?
You lose them. Forever.
Put me in my grandfather's house, and I will be an embarrassment to its prestige. I could not fix a leak, I could not solder capacitors onto the breakers. If I were at its helm, that house would fall.
Don't take people for granted. Don't take the people you love for granted. Because all of that pride, all of that ebullience, all of that love...it goes downhill in a hurry. Your only slim chance at getting back is chasing it down, following that motherfucker into the depths of depravity, pulling it out of the muck with your teeth, stripping the rust off with your nails, and worshiping it because you worked your heart until it begged to stop...so that you could even THINK of earning it.
Love is the greatest gift. You don't deserve it. I especially don't. But just because the house doesn't work out, doesn't mean you need to burn it down. Take a breather and let a guy catch up.
Love,
-Michael Lawrence Schramm
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