Fix you...
The biggest problem I find myself facing as an adult who is fully functional in this dysfunctional society is the inability of people to communicate with one another. I had been looking for a screw to fix a bookshelf that had faced neglect over the years. It was only recently that I started fiddling with it to see if I could use it for other purposes when I ventured on the idea of refurbishing it myself. I did too, after smoothing out the surface I coated it with polish let it dry out and all the while I did this it was missing a screw. I kept looking for one that would fit it. I finally found one that did. Except when I went to fix it, there was a screw that was already in place. I was furious. What made me furious is not that someone fixed it. It was just the fact that I kept looking for a fix all this while and there it was the bookshelf was perfectly fixed. I wasn't even told by the fixer that it was fixed. This is how the world operates. People fix things for others a