Man pride is a absolutely funny thing.
I don’t care how sensitive or evolved the people I was with and I feel the people I was with and I are, we’re still stupid men.
Let’s just admit it. I do stuff and feel ways that are totally foreign to our personality however completely fitting to our gender. The garage is a enjoyable example or this dynamic at work. When the people I was with and I first purchased this house, I was so geeked up to have a two car garage. It was the first venue I had ever owned with state of the art Heating as well as A/C and a two car garage. I constantly wanted to be able to park the nice car in the garage and then use the rest of the space for neatly storing other gear. I could hang bikes and park grass device however still have our fiance park her car in the garage. There was something so manly nice about having that picture in our head. Garage was man world. And then, it wasn’t. Soon, there was so much other junk getting tossed in the garage that the nice car wouldn’t even fit. The junk stored in our garage was also full of VOC’s which just made the entire garage reek when mixed with sports gear and grassmower stuff. It was horrible and I felt a unusual sense of angst. No longer could I whip the garage door up and leave it up with enjoyable man pride. I was now such a wimp that I couldn’t even manage our own garage. The door stayed down out of shame that some other real man might really see it. So, I slapped myself and did something. My first step was to put in an exhaust vent so I can at least breathe while I attempt to right this ship.