At work, I can’t get the tools or the target to work right. Neither of these may be my fault, but the fact remains: I can’t do it.
I can’t make enough money to support my family without Stacey working, despite my supposedly great job.
I feel completely ineffectual today. Throw in impotence, and I’d hit the trifecta of traditional male inadequacy.
I guess I kind of understand why guys in dead-end towns wile away the evenings in bars instead of going home and facing their families. Not that I feel the urge to do that – I’m not really the barfly type. But powerlessness is not a pleasant thing to face head-on. It’s not a feeling you can let wash over you and have done with. It sits and stares at you and says nothing, and you know that you are a failure.