Hell of a nest
So I tried to finish my “nest” today (as one person called my furniture adventures). And man, this is turning out to be a nest that just doesnt want to be made! After getting my stuff together, I realized I lost some of those wooden connectors. But, not wanting to give up now, I still went ahead and tried to assemble the bed. For some stupid reason, I thought it would be easier to fit the long side bar vertically. And for some even stupider reason, I decided to hold the bar at the base while doing that. What I didnt factor in, was that the bar might slip, hit my head, cut my finger and smash into the lamp. Thankfully, I didnt get hurt too bad and just had to put on a bandage. Now, any sane rational person would have stopped this craziness right there. I mean, why would any human being continue with something that almost killed him? But no, defying all the rules of self-preservation, I had to just continue with my mindless innovations. This time, I figured that vertical was dangerous (thankfully), so tried horizontally. But I couldnt fit 2 ends at the same time on my own, so put a trash can under the bar to balance it. But by the time I got to the other end, the trash can slipped, the bar fell down, broke its connectors and the screws ripped out of the wood. So instead of a bed, I was left with a broken side bar and screws without any wood to go into. I just sat there, looking at my cut finger, at the broken bar and wondering why I even bought the bed.
You know, I have this belief in signs (not from god since I’m not that religious, but from nature). That life is trying to say something to you through simple omens. But the only problem is I interpret these signs in the wrong way – as in when life says “you need to stop working on this bed”, I interpret it as “you need to work harder on this bed”. And that I think is my biggest problem with life… and just as if to reinforce that, when I stood up, the other side bar fell down almost wrecking my laptop.
This was so irritating…