36. The Foreman

Note: I dedicate this post to all the therapists I’ve had in my life. I’m typically not very good at asking for help (self-reliance is a real mindfuck of a way to live a life, y’all) and I’ve recently gotten back into therapy. I think I have a decent one (even though it is virtual, which I don’t prefer). Anywho… here’s to working on myself and trying to do better. Stuff in bold is the imaginary voice of my therapist, everything else is my response.

The Foreman

Your house is all crooked
See it? It’s leaning and curved like a frown
My opinion?
I recommend demolition
I’d get a crane
I’d knock it down

Oh shoot…
Can’t we just get a wrench?
Or tighten up a screw?
Throw on a new coat of paint?
Change the cabinets
Much easier stuff to do?

Yeah, no…
See the wood’s all splintered
There’s mold up in the walls
The carpet on the second floor is tattered
Some exposed wiring in the halls

But… I built this house
Used the tools my dad and mom gave me
The walls may be crooked but
It has a good foundation
I brought you here to try and save me

They weren’t your tools
but you built this crooked house all the same
Didn’t use any blueprints
Nor seek much help
Barely even built a frame

I don’t want to tear it down
Beneath all this mess there’s a good house here
It’s kept me alive and safe
The windows may be broken
But everything else is so clear

I think you’re misunderstanding what I’m saying
What we build in its place will be better and new
More sturdy and foundational
Better at withstanding wind and rain
But most of all, a more sturdy and open you

Well let’s get to it
Got any tools you recommend for the job?
The first tool you need
It’s fairly simple
They call this a doorknob