I really admire my father (and his whole generation, too) who know how to do many handy things. In comparison, I feel I fail miserably when it comes to these good old skills worth having.
Stuff I don’t know how to do that he does (with ease):
- knows how to tune an engine
- knows how to replace the break pads
- knows how to plaster a whole in the wall
- knows how to put underfloor heating
- knows how to weld
- knows how to properly carve the roast
Bottom line is – if there was to be an Armageddon and there’s a few of us left on Earth (among them my father, just for the purpose of this story) he would know how to build a house, catch the dinner and perhaps make a basic Tetris in his spare time.
I’m pretty sure he’d be able to significantly help with saving the humankind.
My copy writing, keyword searching and hashtagging skills wouldn’t account for a lot here.
Sometimes I feel like shit because of these things my dad makes me feel like shit about these things.
The truth is I did always want to learn how to be more self sufficient. I just didn’t have the time. So I’ll start with what I have. At the moment I have a river and I found a fishing rod next to our hut. And a guy who’s willing to give me a one minute how-to in perfectly broken Cambodian English.
It’s not that I need to catch fish to survive. Which is good, because I didn’t catch any. It’s more so I could feel the kick of existential ecstasy.
Nevertheless, after thinking about it really hard and wanting to sum up an epic conclusion – honestly all I can say is – forget all those skills. They are completely unnecessary. Just look at the pretty pictures of me NOT catching the fish.