Why men don’t ask for help

I think most of us mistakenly think that we will never be loved intrinsically. So we settle instead to feel needed, conditionally.

I wonder if subconsciously we worry that if we can no longer fulfill a tool’s purpose. We too will be thrown out.

I threw out an old set of pliers. I wonder if my pliers could talk, they’d look up from the trash can and plead with all their soul that they could still be exploited one more year.