arrogance known only
to my wife
My wife loves laughing at me.
We miss each other all the time when we joke around.
She’s got the best deadpan in the world.
There is a time when it’s always funny for both of us.
It usually happens when I’m being fairly serious about stuff. She says that I’m lonely, poetic and of another era.
When we met, I spent a lot of time drinking guiness and eating chicken wings, practicing yoga and walking along the train tracks in Toronto late at night.
Back then I was trying as hard as I could to be lonely, poetic and of another era, but I failed.
I failed because I was not lonely. I had friends. I was not poetic. Perhaps I was if one were to count filthy limericks as poetry. (the word ‘bunt’ is very useful)
As for the other era bit?
Sure.
Hunter gather times. With my brain, that was likely my time.
I like being a handyman.
It’s a kinda throw back job.
Mr, Fixit, the jack of all trades - he’s been around through so many different eras.
As I slip into this new role, I’m slipping further from this era.
Or at least that’s what I’m hoping.
I sent a bunch of letters and business cards around to a bunch of places today.
Paper letters and actual business cards.
I could have ‘liked’ and followed people on their social medias.
But as a handyman, I have a website.
But I don’t want to have social medias.
Could they help me sell my services?
Maybe.
And I’m finding other, more efficient ways to find customers that don’t involve either alphabet or the meta corporations.
There are a lot of handymen with a pretty big digital footprint.
But not me.
I don’t do that social media stuff. 1
I’m a handyman, a throwback.
I’m lonely, poetic and of another era.
attempting to start a business without involving the big tech corporations to engage with my customers seems to go against everything all of the advertisers on my phone were telling me.
Luckily enough, I kicked those flaming arse pirates off of my phone.
Day two. None of twitter, linkedin, facebook and instagram. Let’s see how long this lasts.