Last night, Agent Seely made an observation "It's me who fix things ; it makes me feel one with the universe."
It made me think loud; and yes even I feel its my prerogative to fix things being the man of the house; Where were wired this way by the maker,with an obsession to fix things; and a bloated, pride filled head once we fix things ?
I've owned a small tool kit from as long as I can remember; and honestly, among my friends I was the most mechanically/technically impaired when it came to fixing things? Even so, I did a lot of 'fixing' around the house, for my mom, for my sister, but I don't remember ever being asked by my Dad to 'fix'. Well, maybe, he did not need my help. Well, in any case, I've been taught a lot of 'fixing' by him, like how to change a broken roof tile, or remove a broken nail and hammer in a new one, de-husk a coconut,or do small repairs on the cycle or bike.
And ironically enough we bought a new kitchen rack at home yesterday; I fitted the whole thing and the "satisfaction" I got out of it made me think, maybe we men were wired by our Maker to work/mend/repair or fix.
Agent Seely, maybe you are right? It does make us feel fulfilling a purpose!