In my last post, I wittered about my general uselessness on the DIY front - and how kind you all were. It's fine, you said, to have ten thumbs disease (thank you, Jennie, for that phrase). You're just good at other stuff.
Then I was listening to the Radio the other day, and someone was telling me how I need to be confident, and celebrate my wonderfulness, and that we all have the right to get to the top (she didn't say what top) - all we need is to believe in ourselves. She didn't seem to realise that if we all make it to the top, then it will be a very crowded place and the underlings will have to work like ants to keep the high and mighty in the style they believe they deserve.
Surely (and correct me if I'm wrong here) it must be possible for us all to enjoy the stuff we're good at without needing to be better, or superior, or richer than other people? Side by side with this idea - surely it's fine to say there is stuff we're not good at, and that doesn't make us failures?
Aren't most of us doing the best we can - to feed and protect ourselves and those we love, to have some fun, to experience enough intellectual fulfilment to keep ourselves stimulated? Yet the media would have us believe that such humble aspirations are worthless, that if we aren't longing to look like the rich and famous (or at least share their riches) then we are Missing Out.
So - I'm Missing Out. But I'm happy. And I refuse to kowtow to those who would have me believe that my contentment is out of place in our western culture. Am I really in a minority of one?